Lurking on the decking the  silence is kept

The captain clear and see through waiting for his crews arrival.

The whisper nearly forgotten of this ancient ghostly place

The deep ocean’s hands the only thing holding it in place.

The sails anchored down caught by the mast’s hard grip

The anchor with rusty skin hidden away in the sand.

Dark murky mist creeping through the cracked port holes ,

The captains cabin full of worn out written papers in his very own hand.