darkwolf1038

random writing time I sit alone on the ship the darkness enveloping me the silent steamy chug of the engine room heard a few decks below me the sea quiet oddly quiet the only light the silvery moon. sitting there drinking tea and relaxing small chatter is heard a little bit down the deck as a few partygoers walk out in to the darkness. slowly it starts to get cold not the standard chill around the English channel a biting chill like in winter the wind slowly picks up the breeze feeling a little bitter and fierce. the quietness is broken by a loud CLANG from the engine room the water starting to churn and bubble oddly. the partygoers start to