Drawn

James forced himself on this adventure purchasing a ticket to a place of little known except for the trip itself lasting two weeks on a ship hoped would somehow propel his inspiration, but soon heard thoughts straight from minds of those around him while boarding the vessel. Recognition was a powerful thing, probably the most if what it carries changes something so great, so vast as your own soul. ‘There are moments words have no right to play with,’ the voice echoed not just in his mind but somewhere deep. Someplace yet tapped, unknown maybe, or misused which led to its abandonment, as once things of this nature are in such a demise, what remains only in ruins, when suddenly the scream comes from that depth reserved where only the greatest of all darkness resides, ‘HELP THEM!!’ crashing into him, pulling his attention to where others gasping with shock pointed below at what took shape with those still waiting to board the ship.