Instead , I busied myself with untying the large piece of tarp that covered Jesse ’ s rowing boat . I squatted and peeled the fabric off .
For a while , I held back , like I was waiting for something to happen . But when nothing happened , I craned upward and scrutinised the stars that blinked between fissures in the roof .
But the sky did not fall and the sea didn ’ t dry up . Instead the world wrongfully carried on and Jesse was left in the past . I slumped under my torment in the pearly moonlight and watched the residue of his life bob inside the hull .
Inside there was a rucksack , fishing poles and some mouldy cigarettes . I mustered all my courage and got inside the boat . I pulled my knees to my chest and made myself small . I listened painfully , hoping that some