The wind was a cold, biting wind.
When the clouds part, the moonlight shines down on the shadow that was once a luxury liner.
Waves crash.
The storm was unexpected and fierce.
The rocks were unforgiving.
When the wind blows, you can hear the screams and wailing of the survivors… the families…the friends.
How long will they remember their names?
I wonder…how long will they remember my face?