❝
The bow plunges. Lurches.
Then settles a moment.
I watch from the bridge
as the water glows green.
Green like… Like what?
Dragon’s blood?
No. Just the lights
from the lower decks
still shining through.
And now I bow and I am in it.
.
Ahhhhh! The cold burns.
I cannot breathe.
Breathe in. My gillie. My dogs.
Exhale. The blue smoke of a bold Punch Robusto.
On my front porch on Winn Road.
Taste the pensive sting of cigar smoke.
Inhale the taste. Hold. Ponder. No one speaks.
All things cease.
.The captain exhales. ❞
Then settles a moment.
I watch from the bridge
as the water glows green.
Green like… Like what?
Dragon’s blood?
No. Just the lights
from the lower decks
still shining through.
And now I bow and I am in it.
.
Ahhhhh! The cold burns.
I cannot breathe.
Breathe in. My gillie. My dogs.
Exhale. The blue smoke of a bold Punch Robusto.
On my front porch on Winn Road.
Taste the pensive sting of cigar smoke.
Inhale the taste. Hold. Ponder. No one speaks.
All things cease.
.The captain exhales. ❞
- the death of Captain E.J. Smith of the RMS Titanic, quoted from The Watch that Ends the Night, by Allan Wolf
