I wasn’t sure how he’d feel – seeing me again. He’s been through a lot, and I with him for much of it. Before I left, I could tell things were bothering him. But he did what he always does – suppressed it, kept it locked inside.
I asked him when he was going to face his demons. He said some things should remain buried. Nothing good comes from digging up the past.
It’s strangely fitting that we find ourselves together once more, in this 200 year-old flotilla, doing just that.