The light bolts sparkle,like glitter on a cold winter’s night. Pirates are getting blinded by the beautiful lights. As the silver sunset sets, the light bolts start to fade. Fading like dying flames. The hull brighter than the sun on a delightful Monday morning. The deck screamed with joy because of how bright the fairy lights were. The coils of light die as the fairy lights hang around it. Sizzle went in the portholes.