With my eyes shut, the ship slams against the waves like a barn door loose in the wind. You don't know what thirst is. The soul shrinks, the tongue swells to the size of a second body. The taste of salt makes us mad. Those who drink the sea will die.
Hunger grows like a wild vine.
Even our toes have teeth. We chew on our belts and shoes. I look at the men and see wolves. When the first man dies we slit his throat and drink the blood. It was thick and warm- custard with a taste of iron.