a destionation has been reached. a puzzeled look from my salty mates. Dive I say Dive! and deep we will go. gently though, least the shakes take ye all the way down. into the darkness we plunge feelin' the water go cold as the north water. there in darkness is a great hulking mass. one great mast stll pointing ye to the heavens. four others lay broken and disheveled from their natural mooring. a ship grand in it's day now sleeps in a dark watery tomb. adjustin' to er glowin' windows barely lit i take me crew for a closer inspection. just's out of reach of the crusted sides is observed the din of music and sound of merriment. faces of men, dirty, haggard but joyfull dancing, eating ,drinking, taking inventory of a job well done. and one man watchin all from a stately chair at the head of a greatly filled tabel, a familar face to place though. as me crew give way with more puzzeled looks i motion for them to follow. down and to the aft we go. stopping to view a massive hole, a gapping maw the means to swallow the whole seven seas. an apprition of paint, fresh wood and tar in the moon light. music still carryin' on, gental lapping of water against the hull. suddenly all peace is disturbed by a hot viloent explosion. yelling and screamin' soon does follow. the sound of men giving orders small boats hitting the water, oars hard at work. then slicence giving way to the lament of a captin.
the apprition fades an the wound reappears. we slowly make our way back to the surface to find the moon is full and out to bid us a good evening.
