Strange Waters

Chapter 1: The Storm Across the Paths of the waters, while the Oceans made waves, the birds soared high and then perched on the surface of the mighty waters without fear, the sun's bright smile reflects on the deep blue Waters slowly illuminating the prowess of the ocean, the wind runs from the beach to the high tides, slaps on the ocean waves and brings back greetings to the shore... It was such a beautiful morning at the Atlantic Ocean, The "Goergestone marine" sailed on from dusk to dawn with pride alongside the Ocean waves. But after the Sun departs, the moon snuck in slowly with the burning stars as companions creating a beautiful serene atmosphere for anything to happen, especially falling in love. with The Sea, I mean. Just like how sweet dreams meets cruel reality, as the night is nigh, The birds flew away with fear, the silence turns up with the sound of the Water gulps, screams and echoes of the Sea creatures of the night that penatrated the atmosphere, suddenly the wind turned cold and the water even more so. Admist all this, the Georgestone Marine sailed on like a suicidal soldier, fearless and boldly heading towards terror unascertained.....  The sounds of mighty waves fortcoming could be heard from tides away, thunderstorms crept in and the captain had no other choice, so he called in the crew to assemble for words of Bravery for the storm ahead...  "We know not fear, we conquered the great Atlantic in one night with our hands on our chests, braven up lads, for if we bleed the seas washes away our blood, if we cry the sea wipes our tears, but if we die the sea takes our body to lay in the depts of the mighty Waters and takes our soul deeper to lay with the treasures men won't find. Brace yourself young lads!, I think tonight the Sea tests our strengths, but we know not fear aye?, Cause the beautiful sea might just be the best place to die tonight boys ,aye? haha, you cowards should have been home baking breads with your Mistress and milking your cows, not quivering over sea storms and begging to see it end, the sea knows no mercy when it's upset, so I would advice we stick together and make haste....Brace yourselves, it's going to be a long night chaps". Capt.Mardock wasn't really friendly , all he ever did was grunt and give Orders to his crewmen. The only thing he talked slowly to was his bottle of rum all day and cried with it most nights. Old Mardock seemed scary but he was the kind of man who knew tales that couldn't be told.... Unless it was with a bottle of the finest of whiskeys ofcourse.