“That’s not the horizon as you’re used to it.” Captain Enbarra stood next to the anchor, fingers nervously tapping. “It’s the edge of the world.”
I peered at it. “You’re sure you won’t go any closer?”
“Absolute. You’re the one the Queen’s paying to hop over the edge.”
I tightened the harness around my waist and checked the connecting rope. “Please remember to pull me in if I fire a flare.”
“For sure, mate.”
This 74-word ditty was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #93, Horizon.