The Captain And The Storm

Only as a ghost, is she seen today - this day was the last she would ever know calm water. 

One man alone noticed that the crew were not mirrored in the peaceful bay, as they crossed the boarding platform. That man was the Captain. He boarded  silently, and eventually steered her into a brooding North Sea.

It was a storm born of lands scarred by wind and ice. It was a storm that was unleashed from beyond affronted, ancient mountains, and it raged its way across the sea, with one intent.

Those who see her now, find it possible only to recount one thing; a captain, standing tall, staring from the cabin, smiling at the wild ocean ahead of him, before it fades again into a freezing ocean, that never forgets.