Silence haunts the night, if you listen closely you might hear the ghostly whispers. 

The Ship of Hope wanders through the Ocean of Luck like a lost child, portholes like spotlights light the way through the harrowing depths of the ocean. The empty hazel deck whispered through the night. If you looked down, you would see water fairies, happily dancing, twirling and more. The fairies brought hope and happiness to the uninteresting gloomy, silver, isolated boat. You can hear small giggles and thuds from the fairies. Vexed waves crashed along the boat, furious that the water had entered. The desolated cabins swayed, unable to stay put, the wind screamed aloud, the mirror shattered, the anchor unhitched, the wheel span and span unable to terminate- then silence…