I woke up because the ship engine turned off.
There are some strict regulations conserning docking, to this bottomless port.
I opened my eyes. I was parallel to the deck. A wall of inpenetratable black lifted verticaly cutting my eye-sight.
A serpantine of small flickering lights on top of it.
The darkest blue a sky can wear, the blackest a sea.
The ship passed silently krystalic formations of obsidian that reflected the full moon’s blinding light.
The burned island.
NASA has some station there.
The island is moving upwords, some cm’s per year, obidient to the power of lava beneath.
We are now sailing literally over the open mouth of a volcano.