The moon shimmered and reflected off the frigid cold waters of the night. Everyone was scrambling left and right. People screaming and crying out in fright. The violin on the front bow of the deck could be heard. The loan violin. It's last performance until it would reach heaven. You could hear it play loud and somber. Each string crying with each note. He made his violence saying such a sad sad song. It was his goodbye to his pal he may know, among the sea of people flooding in to and fro. But among all the chaos he played. He played and play tell all his friends were dead. His expression was not scared or Marose but at peace and acceptance as he arose never to stop his playing as he sank to the bottom of the deep ocean Bay. He had a smile on his face, as he played and played. He made the chaotic noise become a low rumble as the night went on its way. His body hit the rising water only to stay and continue his play. When the time came for it to fully submerge, he did not flinch and continue to be heard. His room filled up with the ocean's cold blue water only then did he stop... That's when it was over for sure.