The sailors set sail on the late evening,

With their harpoons ready and their bait filled;

And their fishing rod hanging with feather,

With a lot of lobster cages.

They travel on old wooden boat,

Among the wind and waves out to the ocean;

As they arrived to the midpoint of the sea,

They felt the presence of anxiety.

They found that it is as stormy as tsunami;

Although the sky is as bright as heaven.

They throw the anchor deep to the sea,

And started to fish for their life.

As they put the fishing rods into the water,

Their boat move a quarter;

As they put the lobster cages into the abyss,

The sea started to screech!

The sky went dark,

As dark as night;

Water droplets started to fall,

Like a shower of balls;

As thin as needles,

As small as dirt.

The water started to clash,

And the boat collapsed.

Down inside the bad tempered water,

They saw some shadow of ghosts;

As fast a lightning as well as frightening.

The ghosts swam around them,

Like a swarm of sharks with Famine.

The ghosts get near to the unaccompanied,

And attempt to catch the person;

Without a single warning;

Or a single symptom.

The ghosts silently float away,

With a new companion floating to the quay.