Fog rolls in with the sunrise, it looks distant, but I know it will be all around us soon.
The ocean has a mild and moderate climate because ocean water has a balancing effect on temperatures.
When cold air mixes with warm water it causes fog, which sometimes poses a big problem for sea farers.
In the Northern climates, icebergs break away from ice sheets and drift southwards, which makes sense as the shivering Jaki, and I move north against the rolling waves.
The kinetic explosions propel us north at a steady five miles per hour, the kid looks defeated.
"You ever go sailing"?
His question catches me off guard since be has been silent since before the sun rose.
"Yes... and no".
"I don't know who is weirder... you or Milk".
I laugh at that.
"How long have you known him"?
He shrugs.
"How long have you known him"?
I roll my eyes at the suspicious young man.
