The ship creaked dangerously as waves thrust forward in great amounts of power, allowing small glimpses of the cliffs just up ahead. You could almost hear the song of the mermaids as the ship was pulled down into depths of the watery hell known as "Davy Jones locker." As the muses played their sounds of death, salt burned the lungs of the ones daring to cross Bermuda's path. The ocean teased the boat and threw it about like an infant would a rag doll. The wind mocked the pirates in their attempt to escape the oceans hunger.

By chalcanthite, December 10, 2014*.