Day 419

It was supposed to be a clear and sunny day, perfect weather for sea fishing.
The pair got quite far out to sea before a dense fog settled and smothered all light.
They couldn't see their hands in front of their faces, it looked like midnight.
The boat began to drift, somehow their anchor had come loose.

Not being able to see the pair just stood where they had been as the fog settled and waited.
Even their voices were muffled as they tried to find each other on deck.
They shuffled closer to where they thought the other was, feet slipping on the damp ground.
As they felt close to their crew-mate the boat hit something metal and they were sent flying.

Gradually the fog lifted, the first thing the captain did was to find his niece.
She was sprawled near the back of the boat, clutching the rail and shaking.
While he was helping her he took the chance to look for whatever the boat had hit.
It was to the left side of the vessel though it was hard to see - the fog was taking a while to clear.

It seemed to be a metal structure and it towered over them, far into the hazy sky.
The more it cleared the further the structure seemed to go.
It eventually ended, a metal crate stood some fifty meters above them both.
The side of their boat had hit it so hard they found themselves stuck to the bars.

As the fog lifted further they saw a ladder several feet from the prow.
It seemed a better option than waiting for their vessel to sink.
The metal bars were easy enough to climb across though slippery in some places with red seaweed.
Their ascent was took some time, the seaweed grew thicker as they climbed further.

By the time they got to the top they were a few feet from the metal crate (actually a cart, they saw).
Everything smelt metallic up there, the sea a faint echo beneath them and the fog all but gone.
The tracks under their feet were only partially visible, mostly covered by dripping red weed.
As the captain and his niece walked towards the cart they didn't notice the fog returning.