Paradise. Golden, endless expanses of wind-whipped grains of sand, and sapphire-colored oceans leading to infinate horizon, crowned by baby-blue sky a puffy, cotton-like clouds. Of course, one man’s ‘paradise’ is another man’s murder scene. Suddenly, like a ripple on the calm water’s surface, the serenity of the scene shattered as a limp corpse plummeted from the Heavens, like a bat out of Hell. The decaying remains of what once was a human life sunk to the bottom of the sea, water flowing through his clothes, his hair, like a ocean breeze under the surface. Bubbles of air floating upwards in a vicious frenzy were all that marked where a dead man came to his last resting place.

The worn panels lining the side of the decrepit fishing boat were coated with a chipping white paint, and the bronze letters on the side that read, “The White Angel” were rusty and broken. A lobster trap rested in the elderly fisherman’s grasp, and he stared in awe at the dead lobster clawing a human hand in it’s grip. Paradise.