The anchor back on deck, the wind at our backs, the ocean of stars parts before us, I lift my head slowly as we pass under the dying fire of a blue dwarf, the ship rocks gently side to side, the cosmic winds give an encouraging push and momentum does what it does best.
On either side you can watch the planets and moons pass, each more interesting and unique than the last "We're well on our way, lad." The Captain reassures me, grabbing my shoulder as we watch the universe pass us by. Calm seas are rare this far out, I am grateful we have been given this rest, time enough to confirm our heading and rest the men.
We have so much farther to go, but for once in my life I've all but forgotten about the destination.