Sleeping creature in the corners of the boat, dark at night, fast asleep. Except one,the owl, the one with a razor sharp beak. The one whose eyes illuminate in the deep depths of the scotch mist. The one whose beak slices through cold air as it stays on watch of the sail. Swoosh! Swoosh! The bowl cradles the animals to sleep as the mist illuminates- blinding light bounces off the boat. As shooting stars fly through the night, the boat is filled with animals that are yet to arise. The wavy lines on the bowl streak around itself as it moves at a steady paste with bright, shining lights that lights the way through the dark gloomy sea…