the sight at the end of the
tunnel was grey, but lighted
with amber. a man took out a
helmet and walked to the shipyard.
his friends with there, but none of them
remembered what kind of shape
his motorbike was and they
weren’t sure if he even needed a
helmet. the ships began to
burn when the robber set
them on fire, the smoke covered
the slight moon, the noise drowned
out the seagulls.