Ferry To Mull and Iona

The mist settles on my face. My head tilts back stiffly. Eyes are wedged shut from the bright light, Seeing purple, and spots from squinting too tight. I can't even look. I feel the movement and rush of the water below, the sway. The smell of the sea and petrol quickens my stomach. I hear the seagulls circling nearby, and one, even lands near my head. Startled, I open my eyes to a blurry world. I jump back, only to glimpse it flying away.. Had I only been still, maybe a secret he'd have shared. Or did he just want the crust of bread I didn't have? The haunting ruin to the left takes my breath. The atmosphere cool and distant. I can't move.