I notice jellyfish. So many, splattered into the sea all around, as if dropped from great heights. Primordial things. Too soft to be harmed by the hull, they are the color of tea. Theirs are some of the planet’s earliest eyes: simple ocelli, capable of perceiving light, though little else. The first things with faces were only faces, I think, looking at these jellies, gelatinous like beauty masks, scrolling past the boat.
