Updated: Jul 25, 2020
Tangled sheets and rotting decking litter the sandy ocean floor
Broken masts, covered in glossy brown seaweed, are draped across the rocks like knitting needles.
The barnacle-covered hull lies on its side like a dragon that has fallen asleep.
The once immaculate ‘Wavelength’ lays abandoned on the sea-bed
A few fathoms from the frothy ocean’s surface
This once-proud lady is now an unloved wreck.
The unfurled, once wind-filled sails, rotted away long ago.
Her anchor is the only remnant still intact
Her name was obliterated by the swirling currents.
Allegedly, a ferocious storm destroyed ‘Wavelength’ in one wrenching movement.
The mainmast, they said, struck by a lightning bolt.
So fierce was the storm that the crew were thrown overboard
Never able to tell their tale
What now lay on the sea-floor was not just a wreck
But a rotting mound holding many secrets
If ‘Wavelength’ could tell the world those secrets
She would describe them in one word: INSURANCE