The sea didn't bring you here… something else did.
The air tastes of salt.
The wood creaks beneath your boots.
And somewhere below deck… something waits.
Some swear it's just a ship.Others say it's no ship at all.Ask a third… and they'll drain their rum before answering.No flag flies above it.No crew speaks its name.But the ones who find it… are never quite the same again.
You've got sea legs, I'll give you that.
Most turn back when the boards start whisperin'.
Stay awhile… the tide hasn't shown you everything yet.