It seems ages have passed since the captain once said,
"The waves move with meaning, let where they push be where we head."






Time became his compass, as he wandered with the waves
"Until this ship become my casket, and the ocean be my grave."


"Life is not a game, and sailing, not a sport.
Such things they say can make time fly, and life is much too short.

We do it while we can, but mortal is our youth.
With age comes aspiration; chase dreams, chase love, chase truth."


Parchment filled by candlelight, in his cabin, on his desk.
"Only words," he thought out his window, standing still and statuesque.

He stared out at the moon, through streaks across the sky.
"Either heaven isn't there... Or God is playing shy."

"Breathing's become redundant, my heartbeat I abhor.
I haven't dreamed in ages; there must be more, there must be more..."










With his will, his ship crumpled; now shipwrecked in the sand.
"Give me a sign that you exist, before I take the devil's hand."