Nineteen. Twelve. 

The ice cubes in the glass bobbing

Freezing water engulfing them in unforgiving hugs

Getting smaller and smaller

Their time is limited

Screaming for help

To be pried from the painful grasp of the ocean

The blanket of warmth stretched so far 

Being shredded to pieces

Silence

The warmth turned to frost

The shrieking subsides

As the ship of dreams disappears beneath the atlantic