It was a marvelous sight,
indeed, when I spotted some
petrels: They are pretty little
birds, with white rumps and plo-verlike legs. They were skimming
the surface of the water, easily
keeping up with our ship’s speed,
and they never seemed to tire.
Contrary to superstition,
there was no storm. But as I
walked on deck, I spotted a seasick teenage boy looking green
with nausea, heaving, often
bending double, retching by the
side of the ship. He was clutching a . 22 rifle in his unsteady
Arun Bhatia lives in Bangalore, India.
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