Carefully, I snake over the railing, landing silently on my feet like a crow perched on a branch. I creep around it circular on the apex of the mainmast that lengthens from the centre of the crow's nest.
"Your stealth technique needs work."
Caught. I come out fully, moving to sidle his flank. "How did you know it was me?"
"I did not know. I felt it was you." His words are so simple yet weighted with unknowable depths.
My eyes peruse the picturesque scene ahead. The fusion of black purple ebbing into the molten sphere of the falling sun at the heart of the horizon. Twilight merging into night. My eyes linger on the blended streaks of midnight blue.
"Do you know what I feel?" I ask rhetorically. "A magnetic lure. In your absence, I feel drawn to you. When I am close to you, I feel... repelled."
He turns his head to look at me. His stare burns my periphery.
"And are you sure it is I that does the repelling?"
I spare him a quick look.
