Whendidthisoldstorycomefrom?Whendidithappen?Whethercouldbeexplainedasarealoneorjustalegend?Whoknows.

Sadnessblooming,theoldcaptainsatalongtheshore,hisfeettouchingthechillseawater,howeveritcan'tmatchthechillingfactorinhisheart.Whatever,thisdamnedseaswallowedallthehappinesshehadownedjustseveraldaysbefore,hisbelovedwife,hisprettybabies,nothingcanbecomparedwithhishatredfortheunexpectedstorm,whichunexpectedlybroughthislifeintoendlessdarkness,moreorless,atthismoment.

Slowlyheclosedhiseyeswithblankmind,nothingcomingintoitexceptdesperation.

Sofunny,abittersmileslippedcrossinghisface,whosaidthatstupidthing'Tomorrowisanotherday.'whycan'tIfeelanythingdifferentwhenthesunshinefallingdownthiscruelcoasthesaidtohimself,eyesred.