QUOTE : Clotted rivets turned underfoot. Fragments that might be bone skittered and danced along the muddy bottom, carried every which way by the currents.<br /><br />Dissolution seemed to be the curse of the world, of all the worlds. <br /><br />All that broke, all that failed, wandered down to some final resting place, lost to darkness, and this went beyond ships on the sea and the lives of those ships.<br /><br />Whales, dhenrabi, the tiniest crustacean. Plans, schemes, and grandiose visions. Love, faith, and honour. Ambition, lust and malice.<br /><br />He could reach down and scoop it all into his hands, watching the water tug it away, fling it out into a swirling, momentary path of glittering glory, then gone once more.