Not even a slight breeze.
The creaks and groans of the ornate galleon rang out like gunshots in the still air. The crew, hopeless, lolled about the deck. Death was inevitable.
“Water, water everywhere…” Croaked a leather-faced grizzle, his tongue too swollen to finish the verse.
Had it been a year? Two? It was like time had stood still.
Suddenly, a large, dark object flopped onto the…