The large fleet of ships were dead. Sails were torn, ropes were creaking or severed, boards were starting to come apart. How most of them were still floating,
no one could guess. Bones were scattered all throughout the ships. Blood were long washed away by seawater and rain.
On one of those ships was a young blonde-haired woman wearing a dingy pink dress. She knew about the proud fleet but she was asleep when... whatever it was had happened. She woke and found herself surrounded by death. She didn't know how to get the ships to move. All she could do was watch the ships float where the current took them..............
On one of those ships was a young blonde-haired woman wearing a dingy pink dress. She knew about the proud fleet but she was asleep when... whatever it was had happened. She woke and found herself surrounded by death. She didn't know how to get the ships to move. All she could do was watch the ships float where the current took them..............
