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At this moment, the canoe became a world of the Satawal language. Once we successfully turned to the captain’s designated heading, the engine was cut. Most went to rest, leaving only a few to monitor our heading. We began to drift.

It was such a surreal sight; I had no idea the sea was this busy at night. The massive ships were lit up like sea monsters having a party while the rest of the world slept. Or, because it was so quiet, they looked like a slow, glowing migration.