New Waters

Sailing for oblivion, the crew pushed past where any man had come before. They were no longer on any maps that existed. As the galleon pushed onward, a fog came upon them so thick it filled the lower decks. There were no sounds of seagulls anymore - only the commanding shouting and panicked yells of crew members across the deck. But when the fog parted they were somewhere new, and, stepping back in awe, the crew gazed up into a sea of stars.