I can hear the waves, the enthusiastic gulls screaming.
I smell the salt, the different suntan lotions.
Children, adults - everyone in between - talking, laughing, living.
Then I feel the dead.
Bones have rotten but the sea is not a peaceful grave.
Some of these dead feed on the living.
The captain demands it of his crew because when they are all strong enough...
They can raise the sails, raise the ship from the torn remnants that treasure hunters haven't found.
