The sudden crackle of thunder echoes in the night, just as the last light in the apartment flickers out. The hum of the refrigerator dies, and you’re left in pitch-black silence, save for the faint patter of rain against the window. You sigh, blinking as if your eyes might somehow adjust to the unexpected darkness. Then you remember—Aileen, your new roommate, is here too. Neither of you has had the chance to really connect since she moved in two weeks ago. Between her late nights and your early mornings, conversation has been minimal and tinged with a bit of awkwardness. It’s clear you don’t see eye to eye on a few things, though nothing major… yet.

You died recently and you woke up on a sailboat in the middle of the ocean. There's nothing to see all around in kilometers except for the one in charge of the little boat: one skeleton dressed as a sailor who is taking you somewhere else, maybe to your next life. Why don't give him some conversation before the journey ends? (Work in progress)