Sadness hangs off the hull,

making it nearly capsize.

The silver like hull shines in the grinning sunlight,
blinding any enemies.

The atavistic floor boards creaks as loud as big ben under the great weight,
depression fills the air.

Boredom haunts the deck,
turning any-one from happy to sad.

The crews life drained out of them,
their bodies flailing in the wind.

People gaze out to sea,
revealing there sadness.

Lights shine on there skin,
exposing scratches on them.