The moons smiles down on the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
Wind blows hard, making everything and everybody struggle to stand.
The crows nest falls to its doom, the blank sea.
Thunder booms, like Big Ben at midnight.
In their home, the abyss, the bright stars get suffocated by the dooming dark clouds.
Lightning targets the steering wheel on the blood painted stern.
Thunder crackles once again like a fire in the dark.

The fireball shines high in the sky.
Heat boils the waters of the Pacific Ocean.
The people on the deck of the Titanic sweat in the thin clothes.
The is not one cold spot on the boiling black ship.
People rush down the the bottom of the boat hoping to cool down.
Leaving the ships control room, the Captain gets and drink.
Rocks come from up ahead.