As she walked around the upper decks she was drawn to the water and had began to wonder just how many people had sailed these big oceans of blue. When it would become evening, it was a reminder of all of those lost at sea hundreds of years ago and only 50 years ago.

There were no words to explain the feelings she had, except that she felt like she was home. The color of the water, the bluest of blues and the waves crashing beautifully. How it seemed so easy for the ocean to just sweep things away as they’d come and continue forward on its path. She thought of diving into the waters, no fear just diving in and feeling like she would go on without injury. She just felt like she could fall right into those blue waves and become one with the water. Every now and then getting glimpses of a dolphin popping up or a fish, jumping the waves; she’d wonder if below the ocean could be an escape. Maybe below this beautiful ocean was another place for those longing for adventure. It was a hard place to explore in general who knows what hasn’t been seen by anyone. With so many waves swirling about, and some creating a whirlpool, what if when you choose the right one, the adventure begins. Maybe those lost at sea were actually saved living peacefully below. 🌊⚓️🧜‍♀️