You can almost see land, with the right kind of eyes.

It was dangerous to drive so fast on these jungle roads. An unmarked hairpin turn up ahead in the darkness. A washout from the afternoon’s rain. Anything at all could be ahead, invisible until it was already too late. This concern brought deep furrows to her brow, and shaped her face like a frowning kabuki mask. Sparsely illuminated in blue-green by the instrument lights on the dash, the mask stared ahead , bright, searching eyes the only sign of life. Penetrating the jungle’s blanket of shadow for any clue to confirm her suspicions, she gassed it and muttered “fuck it.” under her breath. Overhead, the moon peered between the silhouettes of  branches and smiled radiantly upon the tiny driver.
Gideon lay on his back in the narrow wash between dry land and sea. Once in a while, the tide would make it as far as his hips, but mostly it pulled at his ankles, and buried them in the sand. With one hand, he dislodged the cork from of an old bottle, careful not to spill the contents. He winced as another pull of dark island rum washed down to his belly. This tide buries things too, he thought. Rolling onto his side, he saw a dark carpet oozing from the treeline into the rising tide. Rubbing his eyes, he momentarily forgot about the bottle, and it washed away silently in the undertow. Blinking, the dark river was still there, 50 yards down beach, stretching into the ocean. Staggering to his feet, he moved towards the mass pitching from side to side. If he were on a boat, his balance would have been perfect, but this was dry land, and he heard a thud as his body landed hard on the sand. This time, he did not rise. With eyes closed, Gideon barely felt the tiny feet of crabs dance across his back. They did not fork in their path, but crawled over him anxious to meet Poseidon. Their spidery legs dodged around sinkholes and driftwood mindlessly marching forth. Finally, underwater, the sound of the breakers fell distant and hushed, as if they had walked into an empty church. Up above, somewhere towards the first sand bar, an empty rum bottle floated out to sea.

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