River Gone Big

SISTER PILLAGE begins:
Laying on the river bank, I swear my world was smaller than the world I watched crawl around my toes. Ants and spiders took great pleasure in the pain they inflicted on my toes and ankles. Yes, my life had reached an all time low- I was letting insects bite me for the distraction of the pain they offered. The days of my small life had turned into one ruin after another, and behind me, my mind was a civilization destroyed beyond repair. After Susan died, no one dared to suggest I take up Father's farm. They knew I was too sick with grief to do anything beyond breathing and too healthy to kill myself with sickness.
Fire smoke floated into my head. Gazing emptily at the river, my jaw hung slack. As the smoke grew, disappearing into the atmosphere, the river expanded and grew with the expansion and growth of the smoke cloud. Great water was opening up before me, and like a field on fire, my eyes burned with the sting of something I had never seen before. On the belly of the ocean now stretching before my reddening eyes was a ship the color of jellyfish. It rippled as if the breeze pushing the smoke vision before me were a great gale of wind.