The ship swayed gently, buoyed by the tide as the sailors stowed the sail. Sundown approached, and with it the coming of the night shift crew, bound for shallower waters in search of the creatures drawn to bright lights in the dark. Rob listened to the comforting sound of the anchor lowering, heavy chain clinking as it sank to the depths, while sounds of dinghies being lowered rang from the other side of the deck.
The bustle of the ship - a controlled chaos of sorts...
