The crisp smell of the salty sea, I am wondering what this day will bring, Kids cheering, and playing with glee, The waves washing and crashing at my feet.
Seagulls squawking, and circling in the air, I lay down on a cushion of sand, I relax, but with a certain despair, Wind picks up, and clouds loom in.
I don’t panic, I let the sand act as my coffin, Cheers turns to screams, water turns to red, Sirens and planes thunder me, Bombs, gunfire puts me into a shocked state, Flame, Smoke, Explosions echo through the nearby harbor,
I awake from my shocked state, From what once was blue skies, and blue water Are now oil burdened beaches, And ash and flame rid the blue skies, I see a white sailor uniform that once was a man named Jack. text goes here