At Sea, But Not Adrift

Prompt: trusting strangers

Henry stood on the deck of the ship and stared at the line of tan that was the coast. They were following it southward, towards his home. For the first time since Cassidy’s death, he felt safe.

It was odd, he thought. Why should he feel safer on a ship full of people he didn’t know than he had in the familiar surroundings of the city where he worked? How could he trust these people? Somehow, though, he did. A faint smile touched his lips. Perhaps it was naive, but he felt like he could trust these strangers. They would see him safely home.