The feather was the only thing he had to guide him. He looked backward, large black almond shaped eyes widening in his pale gray face, and watched as his ship departed into space until it was a blip of light. It blinked out in seconds. His shoulders slumped. He looked down at the feather in his thin hand. It glowed blue with bioluminescence and stood out in the darkness.
The glow caught something shiny in the darkness. He bent down and picked it up. His fingers wrapped around the cold metal of a knife. Now he had two belongings.