A Whisper on the Rising Tide On the night the island sank, I watched from my balcony. I watched as others clogged the only streets not yet overrun by the rising waters. I watched as the last ships set sail, seeking whatever refuge the unforgiving sea could provide. And moments later, I watched as the ships were ripped apart by the relentless waves. I stood alone on that balmy night as my city, my world, crumbled away and watched those below as they fought against the tides of fate. I wonder if their curse is easier to bear, though the doom took us all the same.