One thing I always forget about when I come home is the incredible volume of silence. The ship? It never sleeps. She’s a lady who’s awake all night, there is never silence. Not ever. Even when there aren’t room service carts rumbling down the I-95 or people coming in from the Officer’s Bar at all hours of the night, there’s still the engines. The only time the ship is ever silent is if there’s a power outage, and when it does happen it’s…creepy.
Here? Where after ten o’clock at night barely a car goes by? You can feel the silence pressing against your ears.
There are times when it wakes me up at night…although that was easily be the time difference still effecting my body clock.
But…freya it’s quiet. If you listen very closely and let your ears relax, you can hear the sea from across the street of course. I grew up to that sound lulling me to sleep, and I think on some levels I can’t bear to be away from it (perhaps that’s what really led to the job?), but on some nights…even that gentle sound sometimes seems so…so far away…