"Unsinkable"
Not a soul was stirring aboard the decadent, desolate decks as she charged, unknowing, toward me, and her doom. So, willingly she went, leaving a turbulent stream of broken water behind in her wake, following, flowing, white bubbled, like the train of a bridal gown. Indeed...it was her maiden voyage. Virginal she looked, fit and ready for sacrifice. She was ethereal and beautiful-a blushing bride boat, made up for her groom, prepared for her ravishment, on a deep ocean bed. Seeming sadly resigned, she pushed on toward her fate.
