Sheets hanging off the bed swayed in the same rhythm of the rocking ship. As rocking increased with the sway of the sea, the captain's quarters seemed to come alive with moving objects. Everything was tied down and well placed so nothing would break in the ship, but the candle's flames flickered as the melted wax disturbed the burning wicks. A few of the tall flames danced their final moments as it proved to much and extinguished to leave a small wisp of dark smoke. As the room moved with the dance of the ocean, the sounds of the waves against the hull made another sound erupt from a sleeping man on the tussled bed.
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Kimberly's Note: This is really short. I actually wrote this a while ago, but I always thought it captured a moment in time rather well.
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