The ship groans as the waves clash against its hull.
An old captain gazes into the horizon.
Alone, with only his thoughts as company.
But what does a vessel feel, when it is empty?
A crew member stares at the endless sea,
his hands clasped, silently questioning his fate.
The fog rolls in, blurring his path.
Whispers of the wind carry discontent.
Underneath the deck, shadows linger.
The vessel creaks a mournful tune.
Echoes of laughter, now ghosts.
Together, bound by silence.
The lighthouse beam sweeps across the dark.
It searches, always searching.
A fire in the storm's eye, relentless.
But the vessel remains adrift.