The wave of the hymn drifted away in all directions, and coated the chaos in a blanket of peace. Its gentle tune encompassed only an infinitesimal portion of the black sea that extended from the dying ship to the farthest drifted passenger in all directions. Shielding the outside world from the torment within, as if the outside world noticed, and attempting to force the doomed passengers to swallow a breath of calmness before their tragic death, certain to come.There the melodic sound lingered: soothing, safeguarding, calming, protecting, but not prevailing, as it slowly died out, along with the only ears who heard it.