Heart of the Ocean- Gaelic Storm.

The candlelight illuminates my desk by the window as the wind blows softly from the ocean. I feel thousands of miles away from anywhere but I'm bound to the ocean. It's in my very soul. I feel as if I'm traveling to the heart of the ocean.

In the morning, I am awoken by the cries of the birds. I realize I was rocked to sleep by the ship and slept at my desk, various papers strewn beneath my arms. As I glance at our charted course, I note that we are very far from land, as it should be.