Far Shores

The long day on Callisto was finally coming to an end. The small sun, still visible beyond the shadow of the giant Jupiter, was slowly going down on the horizon of the dark green sea. No waves came on the molten lead like surface to disturb this ideal picture. The first stars shone through the iridescent sky and its outstretched violet clouds... Gadsby had all the difficulties in the world(s) to refrain from going for a swim in that perfect sunset.
Sulphuric acid wasn't something to trifle with...