he descended to the galley by way of the dingy grey semi-rusted stairwell
dampened with sweaty salt air condensation...
he could smell the aroma of coffee...
he could hear the clink of cheap tableware as others scraped food from
eternal stainless plates...
with every step his mind got closer to her...
what was she doing?
where was she meeting her?
did they all know his secret?
Jesus knew...
Jesus was his friend and confidante...
Jesus knew where they were and exactly what they were doing...
the question was, would Jesus tell him?
he asked the question...
no answer...
he asked again...
silence.
deafening silence.
then the ringing in his ears as he is pulled back to the reality of twenty miles offshore...
he stands alone at the entrance to the galley...
he quietly walks to the coffee machine, pours a cup and sits down, only to ponder
what he should believe in...
his God or his girl.