#WritcoStoryPrompt14
The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn joltedq the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years..

"Echoes of the Sea"

The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy port town,
As if awakening from a dream, it echoed all around.

She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star in the night,
A phantom from the past, a breathtaking sight.

For she wasn't just a ship, but a vessel lost in time,
A relic from a bygone era, a tale of the sublime.

Her hull creaked with the weight of history, her sails billowed with pride,
As if eager to share the secrets she held deep inside.

The townsfolk gathered at the shore, their faces filled with awe,
For they knew not what to make of this ghostly apparition they saw.

Was she a harbinger of doom, a sign of things to come,
Or merely a reminder of the mysteries that lie beneath the ocean's hum?

As the mist enveloped her once more, she vanished from their sight,
Leaving behind only whispers of her journey in the dead of night.

And as the town returned to its slumber, the echoes of the sea,
Remained etched in their memories for all eternity.
© Desmond Bitrus.