Sea Life

Sea life Remembered Tropical night with extras added on like moon and stars. I stood by the railing dreaming as the ship tilled its way towards Jamaica, jet black sea but the transient furrow the ship made was white; the ocean sang a sweet dirge, and before I knew it I nearly fell overboard. Stepped back, would anyone have heard my screams as I swam amongst sharks and saw the ship´s lanterns fade like dying stars? I reflected on my life wasn´t it time to stop this infinite voyage between ports I had seen before, harbours, which had nothing new to offer a jaded sailor? Sat in my cabin, porthole open, I heard the mesmerizing dirge; closed the porthole, cruelly hot the air fan giving a sad attempt of cooling, the ship had no air conditioning. This has to end, before I become a hollow eyed seafarer lost on a misty island in the Saragossa Sea.