A waft into the
whirlwind, vesselled within a thin, wobbly film; unanchored,
unmoored.
Unwittingly drifting
towards a prow, where all flanks knot into a dire fate. Beheaded and
all at sea; lying ahull, until inescapably becoming aground.
On the wharf, a long
legged steward waits for the uncomplaining passengers to disembark.
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