For you, my memories Of such precious value. For you, I have dedicated This drawer. Under lock and key There lies within, no frivolity. For you alone, for you my memories. These photos, these wonderful photos. Singular moments, captured in time, but played in succession. Do you see now, my memories?
Swells of salty seawater sweeping over deck. Thunder cracks like waves crashing Over the ships bow. Reeling in the lines with haste, Moving cautiously About. The captain at the helm held on Singing his last shantie, Even as the ship went down. Alas, she was swallowed by the sea