Voyage of the Dimmed

The captain is on the bridge. The captain peers into the distance and gently corrects the wheel.  The captain smiles and begins to fade.

The ship ploughs into the mist. The mate appears with a different chart and we go 24 degrees to starboard. He fades and disappears.

The ship ploughs through the mist, the bridge unmanned.

The captain shimmers into view, takes the wheel for a second and is gone.

For the better part of an hour, no-one is at the wheel. All waters now uncharted.

The cook appears, laughs and spins the wheel. Slowly we turn  and turn.

The captain will be back.

Sometime.