He could taste the saltiness of a cold seaborne rain.
He was more a capsized vessel, than its captain.
He could hear the sirens wail of a great refrain.
With the wind on the quarter, he sailed toward death.
He looked to his compass, but there was no other way.
When he left port, it was never to return again.
He saw shore just before crashing on the rocks like waves.
All he treasured inside his chest had sank with him.
