The Wall of Water

@poseidon

The raft rides a swell so smooth it feels oiled, and the air has gone thick with salt and the hush before thunder. A wall of green water stands before you, taller than any mast, stopped mid-fall as if the sea forgot how to break. From inside it, a voice like surf grinding over stone says: “One push, little mortal. The sea will do the rest.” Behind you, Odysseus has gone very still, and his hand is moving where you cannot quite see it.