C1166 Talk

The angry sailors rowed away with tears in their eyes and sang the Navy song. "Shephard." The song slowly sank to the bottom of the sea. It was so young that it didn't want to die. His pointed masts struggled for so long on the water surface, as if they were calling for help. A two-square-kilometer oil stain had been gathered in its sunken area for the next few days, unwilling to disperse