and so the sail ripped. and they all shouted at each other. as the bowsprit was aching the girls started crying.

the wind grumbled and lightning stroke. they blamed each other but it was already past the time to blame

but they didn't see it they were furious about their ship breaking. the bowsprit couldn't resist anymore. it flew across their faces but no one blinked

the girls' tears flooded the deck and so they joined the blaming game. as everything was falling apart the faces and the voices got louder

unfortunately, no one touched the rudder as it could change the course.

and so the destruction continued. to the point they couldn't see each other. and they left the ship. thinking it was time to.

but it wasn't time to leave. it was time to fix. and so I shall pick the pieces up and put them where I please. for it is my ship now.

I shall take my time with it. I shall make my own manual. and each peace I fit shall give me some peace of mind.