Doves sit on the mast of a ship

Beady eyes wide like wings

Bent legs ready to leap

An orange sun sets, bright and brilliant against blue multiplied

One mirror waves to another

The reflection of light upon water

Light reaching down to a ship submerged

Overrun by seaweed pirates

Fish-like raiders pillaging the remains

Sailors sway in the currents

Locked into a trance by the now-rising moon

It smiles softly onto the ship

Reaches out to touch it with a spindly, flickering finger

The captain stands at the prow, a hand raised in a salute

His hat long since stolen by the whispering sands

Fish swim deeper into the wreckage

Explorers that find themselves face to face with their own

In the coral sits a pile of missing posters

Their subject a can in the cupboard

Returned to home at last, rotting

Wood creaks and moans, collapsing under neverending pressure

Crash

Doves fly away in fright

Skeleton birds fly off skeleton ship

Creatures of water and air separated once more