Up there the weather is cold and damp. Beneath the rafters it's warm
and feels like home. You can feel the cool ocean spray against your face as
the waves splash against the starboard side. The salty smell of the
ocean waters bombard your senses like the mutiny that is bound to
happen at any moment. Time stands still as your worst nightmares become a
reality. MUTINY! Echoes straight to your heart, body, and soul. Like
the dagger about to be thrust into your chest. The salt tastes all to
familiar. Like the ocean spray your blood too is filled with the taste
and smell of treachery. These men could not have been trusted. But they
were all you had and all you will have as your days here are numbered.
A burial fit for a pirate they said. But this ship must go down with its
captain. This captain must go down with his ship. A bond no man or
woman could understand unless they too have gone down with the ship. A watery grave, the salt water preserves their body until the sea is ready to
digest them as one. And you could still hear the betrayal in their
voices when the sea pounds at the starboard side. Sprayed with ocean
mist that you know tastes all too familiar.