The mysterious rain drops slapped the water"s edge to a rhythm no one could imitate.
Sitting beneath the Tall Pine listening to the sweet music nearly sleeping though soaked to the bone, I was relaxed.
My mother would kill me if she found out where I was at this time. This pond, large and oval in shape, was said to be the graveyard of many species at the Janice Ship Island as I was told by Angela.
I chuckled at that, as dark a joke that may seem many would not think that this place would be such a horrible place to die for. The pond seemed picturesque though it had deep layers of mystery inside it. But I felt good when I had look on it for the first time.
Rumors around Ship Island spew hatred towards this body of water, only few dare look at it curiously.
I of course held no fear of t
