Every boat had a captain, ours just happened to surf stars. Instead of water, he had the universal currents of space, riding the night in endless gravitational waves. We had no idea how he knew where to head, (it all looked the same to us,) but he did.
One day, or night, or evening, it was so hard to tell, I took a once around the deck. Pointing at comets was a hobby I’d procured; I never dreamt I’d see new life instead. But I did. How I did!
The sun coalesced from vermillion dust cast amongst the star stuff. Right there before my eyes, it sprung into blazing life. I gasped. Who wouldn’t have?
When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I almost jumped overboard, only the ship’s crystal balustrade held me back.
“What do you think, son?”
It was the captain, a strange glint in his ageless eyes.
“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. And it was.
“Life,” he said almost to himself, “doesn’t get any better than this.”
“But don’t you see such things every trip?” I blurted.
“Yes,” he replied and slowly walked away.