DAVY JONES' LOCKER
Excerpt from the Journal of Dr. Alistair Whitmore, Botanical Explorer – 1915
The ship creaks, the scent of salt, wind, and ghostly florals clinging to its timbers. Somewhere below, the depths hold their own fragrance—seaweed and the last breath of a rose petals scattered to the sea. The abyss is not empty; it has a scent, and it lingers.