While we were at sea I wrote these scripts, not all on the same day:
Smelling the moist salt sea splashing below my balcony window, the monstrous ship cut smoothly through the ocean as a hot knife in a sea of cold butter.
The sun is beginning to set its' dark yellow orb upon the rippling sea. White caps turn into peaks of diamonds as the ship probes onward. Golden is the pathway leading to the setting sun as it lights up the edge of the world.
In the hazy horizon, I see a freighter next to the soft glow of the drowning star. Soon all will turn grey to black as the night covers us all.
Like a silver cup full of night sky, the Moon tips spilling stars toward the sea.
Out at sea and clear skies, I can hear the shooshing sound of water against the ship's bow. This morning the ocean is grey and calm with wavelets rippling upon the horizon. Water peaks become tiny Mt. Shastas as they rolled by my balcony window. Sunshine soon gleams like silver upon the grey blue sea.
Drum sounds from our bow against the sea emit booms as the water laps the ship's sides.
Like sparkling diamonds dancing upon the sea, I shielded my eyes from the sun's sweet glare. Dark grey mountains stood tall and majestic at the brilliant water's edge.
Molten red, the sun was, as it dripped into the horizon. Hot with fire, it glowed until within a minute - a tiny gold spot remained and poof, it was gone!