I had wandered off to sit awhile, listening to the calls of the gentoo penguins, lost in my thoughts and surroundings. When I got up to go, I saw the ship sailing away without me.
It’s all right, I thought. Kirsten will call for my tag to be turned; they’ll notice I’m missing; they’ll come back for me.
But the Akademik Shokalskiy headed for the horizon as I watched in the gathering gloom.
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