Dark as the sea on a night with no moon, the ship sails on soundlessly while the crew sleeps in the hull below. Dreaming of beautiful women with long graceful auburn hair in deep red full dresses that barely skim the worn wood floor. They exude a confidence that shows brighter than their beauty, while awaiting their next dance. The brandy is abundant and warms all from within, while the cigar smoke floats in from the card game down the hall. Pricilla enters the room, lips dark as the ripest berry, it is midnight. Stefan rushes to his sweetheart, only to be awoken by the thunderous crash of waves on the bow above.
