They say beneath rolling waves lay something else, something daylight has never been cast upon. There’s life in there, figures shaped by tide, carried on the swell of something unseen - you’ve heard the bell, the Captain, the call, the orchestra that went under singing - they’re all still in there. 

 

These are all old stories, they grow no younger, but no less worth telling.

 

Now then, you’ll only ever know if you find the ones who know the way - there’s light in the whales dark, follow the compass without North, stay vigil and trust the vessel is blessed. 

 

For the truth of it is, you may be swallowed whole, but you’ll never be truly lost.