the sea's blessing - Part Two

The increasing discomfort working through Ruby's bod became increasingly more important the further down the spiral she goes. Her brain is half scrambled by the topsy turvy affecting her sense of balance as well. Once the blessing is provided, there's some relief, but the tangle has her hopelessly useless as they travel downwards.
Down down down. Tube surfers pass by tall edifices wrought of iron and stone. Mighty tall structures in a permanent chill, though small tunnels lead to windows like big empty eye sockets.
It might feel like forever, but after additional minutes of the crazy slide, those with three-dimensional expertise and balance might spy and end in sight. If anyone looks above, the fleet looks like a more orderly scattering of sunflower seeds. And ahead the tube appears to spill out into a well grooved ditch polished by who knows how many bottoms. It's a veritable landing strip that was once a seaside dock. Stone, wood and entombed warehouses and loading cranes. Ships are encapsulated there, with bare sections chiselled away to get at their nugat and materiale.
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