My shoulders are on fire. The tension in my back makes me fear that the muscles might begin to shred at any moment. Yet we cannot stop paddling. We take turns, but our periods of rest are insufficient. Yesterday was difficult on its own, but all of the work we put into paddling then is revisiting us in force today.
The fear of the KoraKora has been driven into us. Now it drives us.
Inifra remains unconscious, and the rain continues to fall. So little changes over the course of our day, and yet the tension builds. It builds in muscles, and it builds in the air. I must use what time I have left in this break to sleep.