A captain came walking in the rainy night
He wanted to escape the vibrant, stormy sea & his depressing, ancient life
She made ships creak and bump near the dock, pleading to him to return
To embrace her & to sail with her till their end
But just to spite, he began to sprint into the dark night

The man slipped on broken, wet stone
A pool of water met his heavy fall
The captain pleaded his old bones held true as he crashed
He looked upwards from the cold water and found himself bored by the million beautiful stars
The captain sat in the water and roared his soliloquy:

“What is to a captain, but sea?
Thy children have gone! True wife? Impossible to be!
Our dour box we must call home, for stone we cannot see
Yet, I plead again!
What is truly to a captain? Just the sea?
Yes, that is all, which is all it will be”

Out of darkness, a phantasm of his younger self approached him and spoke:
“Oh my sad captain, look to me, talk to me”
“It is better than going back to her.”, he replied staring at darkness
“But the sea is what we dreamed for! Where else will the grand adventure be?”, cried the figment
“Hark! I was deceived by her beauty and promise; there is no story”
“When I am you, will I only feel blue like you do?”
“It is true, I feel no other hue”
Then, with pause, the captains leaned towards themselves, beckoning each other:
“Come here my captain, please, oh please, listen close, whatever you do
Don’t get on that boat”, they pleaded together as the fabrication was enveloped by darkness

The captain floated towards the end in the fiery afternoon sun
The smooth water allowing itself only to be disturbed by him and his small boat
His face set in stone at the soft, emerald green sea welcoming him
He saw only a cacophony of deep vibrant hues as he set loose his old soul to the indigo depths
The captain drifted, drifted, sinking to death
He drifted, drifted, seeking to end