Today's OneWord: Sail

We set sail for another new land. Not possible? We'd prove everyone wrong. There had to be an eighth sea. A marine terrain with rising jaws of earth to swallow us. Somewhere untouched. Unscathed. Scar-less. Bruise-less. Wordless. That perhaps was the most important to me.

We took off in my motorboat. I did not need food to eat or water to drink. He did. He was mortal. He needed nourishment.