Let the sea roar, the navies of men shall hold anchor and give ear to the waves. Poseidon's wrath doth evoke the tides of old, Neptune's trident showers fortune across the oceans, calling the seas into formation. Wash away the ports of greed, the harbors of mischief.
Raft of the Medusa, Gericault, 1819
I watched as the sea held her, slowly caressing her, she was his, under she went and my heart sank, twilight's gleam reflecting a pool of sorrow, not a ripple or tide to break the day. She was gone..
