The jumbled notes of the singing choir of seagulls sang their tuneless shanties above head. The waves rolled on the side of the obsidian black hull of the Andromeda as she sailed silently. It was one of the few seldom times where she was cloaked by the veil of her ravaging storm. There on the exposed deck of the leviathan classes destroyer, the forlorn phantom Admiral gazed at the orange and purple hues of the sun rising beyond the ocean horizon. He ethereal flames flickered like a lantern burning diligently as it awaits sun rise. Despite lacking flesh, the skeletal visage of the burning skull of the captain was sullen. If he did have a face, it most likely would have been a expression of silent melancholy and reminiscing. His ashen black coat was adorned by the flickering of his ghostly embers. His tricorne hat casting an other worldly shadow over his burning skull. The Admiral stared to the great beyond, appreciating the beauty of the sea and the sky.
The Admiral reached in his coat pocket and produced a charred music box, his burning boned hands turned the ashen tarnished wind up key. For a few seconds before he let go of the cindered music box. Instead of falling the music box floated like a jelly fish before The Admiral. Despite charred condition of the music box, beautiful notes adorned in melancholy began to play from the heart of the small music box. The notes played an arrangement of sorrow and forlorn love, as the Admiral stood there like a single burning candle at dusk. The admiral tiled his head lifted his arms in manner reminiscent of playing some sort of stringed instrument. As the lonesome song of the music waltzed in solitude, the soft crackling of embers danced from the burning fingertips of the Admiral. The flames began to form and solidify into the form a dark black violin. From the other hand of the admiral the bow of the ember decorated violin emerged. The admiral took a dep breath at in sync with the zenith of of the melancholy driven song. As the next note floated in the air, the Admiral began to play his instrument. his burning hands carcasses the the finger board of the violin with a gentle touch, and began to draw the bow on the strings. A deep beautiful note like the singing of a mournful siren took the notes of the music box by hand. together the musical notes of the two instruments waltzed in unison to form a deeper and complex musical piece. As the Admiral softly swayed to the music the heart of andromeda echoed the call of a piano that joined the mournful song of yearning. All together the a hauntingly beautiful lyric less shanty filled the air. The all aboard the crew remained silent as they all listened to the haunting melody.
For a brief moment, with accompaniment of the violin and the piano there tone shifted to something hopeful and complete. however, the piano evenly soften and left the melodic tune, leaving only the Admiral's violin and the music back. Soon after the Admiral also ceased playing, leaving only the music box to sing its song. Now alone. the music box's song was for more prominent and alone, like drifting soul lost at sea. The lonesome ballad of the music box continued to permeate in the air until it slowly drew to a close. Upon the last note the distant rumble of thunder rang in the air as if the sky grieved at the end of the sorrowful song.
The clouds began to darken and, the winds began to blow. The violin and bow in the hands of the Admiral disintegrated to ash and embers. He plucked the now floating and silent music box and tucked it away in his coat pocket once more. Without turning around the Admiral spoke as if knowing someone was behind him.
"What's the matter lass?" The Admiral inquired, leaving the question in the air.
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