Creative Writing: The Beach

In the lonely clouds of the atmosphere was a desperate man in a balloon airship,alone was he with his loneliness he went through the world finding scraps to survive the world's end by which he did but at the cost of being alone did he fly.... Pilot woke up to a scattered beam of mellow gold shining through the cracked porthole in his window. Disgruntled he got up and stepped onto the platform that had simply a sidebar outline with two levers and a captain's wheel. He pulled out his telescope and scanned the sea of gold clouds moving at a hastily slow pace and decided to go east for the lacklustering glory of this dead sea. He pulled hard on the wheel jackknifing it to the east from what he could tell.

He grumbled"It's past ten"

Staring hard through the goggles into the sun finding his directions and time through the only other sane being in the

He pulled the right lever and went inside the door to his room to a table with a make-do radio and nautical chart of the land as he did his rounds. He turned the radio on,attempting hopelessly to find a knowledgable signal with actual chatter, he then went to a cabinet under his hammock and found what ever brown water he had,though it tasted of sediment and mud. He went back out to the wheel and attended it,whistling an almost depressing tune to follow his soul's coughing state;About an hour later he found a peak sticking out of the mellow gold. He saw this and walked back inside after dropping the speed to half a knot and checked the charts finding this was unknown to a man who was virtually everywhere searching for salvation. He ran back outside the door and to the wheel and pulled the other lever and the ship started to descend. He dipped below the