The ship of whispers 

The curious coning cabin whistles a sweet lullaby.

Smell the blue,bright sea water as dolphins twirl around admiring the crusty crumbly coral hanging on the ship for dear life.

On the ship of whispers 

The occupied ors shimmer throughout the water as the heavenly holy stars hustle over the midnight sky.

On the ship of whispers, a snow-fluff coil wrapped around the unwanted books  that are sealed tighter than a nail in a log of wood.

On the ship of whispers sails swish violently and dreadfully as bodies of the dead  penetrate to heaven slowly and happily