Forbidden water forms spherical river. Pilot guides cross dirty water. Old sails. Face weathered stiff as dry salted cod. Fishyfuckface begins to feel at home. Heading out of the empire. Water world in itself. Sucks land below the horizon. Pilot skill sees beyond horizon. Beneath the skin. Rocks fuck blind ship. Horizon closing in. Captain heads for receding horizon. Never hope to reach. Boat crawls on riverbed. Visible hemisphere of river above one’s head. Crew below feed engine turns the screw. Propellor chews its way across the kelp digging ploughlike furrow scars.