The Voyage of the Sailor
The sailor swam in perfect pitch black. Perfect silence loomed closer and closer. Slosh-plop, slosh-plop, slosh-plop; a rhythm he was too afraid to break, else he never gets it up again. The darkness was...
The sailor swam in perfect pitch black. Perfect silence loomed closer and closer. Slosh-plop, slosh-plop, slosh-plop; a rhythm he was too afraid to break, else he never gets it up again. The darkness was...