The ship shook like it was going to tip over making the kitchen supplies tip over. On the deck the wind blows the flag side to side. Across the ship the trophies shook and fell over onto the floor. Beneath their rickety feet, on the dirty deck mischievous  people were running around as the chipped ship tots and turned and the broken silver anchor dragged against the ragged rocks beneath them. upon the chipped rudder, it snapped and cracked, the captain nearly lost his grip on the crooked helm. The chipped hull was trying to live for its life and the people on the ship but it was not enough it broke like a bone. Finally the sail popped and the captains cabin was already in bits.

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