First Contact

The ocean waters are swollen with an incandescent dark blue. An unusual calmness accompanies their violent movements - something has changed, nothing has changed. Seagulls start flying in small groups above us, their screams the only sound that disturbs this distinctive silence. There is something on the horizon.\nA ship. No. Two ships. Three ships. We have never seen ships like these, their shape and size look nothing like ours, or even the ones we have observed in nearby tribes. As they approach our shores, we gather on the beach and realize their faces and skins are also different. They look at us, we look at them.