The ship is huge. Moored to a neverending peer. A cavernous gap seperates ship and peer. A gentle swell starts the huge ship on a slow, crushing roll toward its mooring. As I glance upward I see the rough, rusted steel hull, and the ocean stained, concrete peer closing on each other; I am falling. I look below and know that I will be ground into paste before I reach the grey sea far below.
Fuck.
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