With planks of bleached bones and silent sails of flayed flesh the mistress of maritime misfortune stalks the sordid seas.
When the ocean awakens and wandering waves and worrisome winds batter your vessel; it is not only sharks that circle your belabored boat.
To those flung overboard the capsizin(more)g craft there is no hope. The briny blue batters the breath from your lungs and blackness clouds your vision. Then, you see hope. A vessel of brilliant white to fish you from your folly. Unearthly unfurled sails pull the craft towards you heedless of the blasting heavens and the roaring sea. You glimpse a lifeless figure affixed limp across the prow of the ship as if it were upon a crucifix.
Towards you the vessel glides yet it comes not for your salvation. She needs a new figurehead.(less)
The time slips slowly and noises dribble across my consciousness. There is a sudden wail, a tender moan, a voice like chaos shouting in a language I do not know. The voices carry on day and night, echoes reverberating on for what seems like hours. Moans and wailing and(more) muffled knocking. Sounds that have not origin rattle across me.
I step back and glare out ahead of me. I hear the noises and then see faint images crossing and the evaporating. An old man grinning, faintly blue, his expression rising and then settling into nothing. I see a small girl crying, lugging something behind her. She shakes and screams and then her face melts into air.
At first I hated it here. It was my eternal damnation. To stand on a ship made of nothing, filled with only remnants of those who once were. The faces used to follow me. I would see them emerge and then disappear, only to see the same face sometime later. But was it days or was it months? I could never tell.
But there is something soothing about the constant chaos. The noise and the company. Voices that howl but voices at least. I prefer the sound. I prefer the whirring wind and the sound of waves slashing against the sails. I don't mind seeing the others as they pass by and then dissolve. They are only traveling.
I found myself here so long ago that the memories have all bled together. I can't remember a time before and I expect to see no time after. Always this, the chaos and the noise, watery faces, untraceable calls. I don't mind it here. I am here with all the travelers, coursing back and forth with the ocean's waves. Looking for something, for someone, for anyone.(less)