An Invented History of a Sea Battle
The water in this saga halted cautiously, as if to listen behind someone's door,
a sea battle was going on and the sea warriors were combatting each other,
that night was calm, even the rowers could stand up and fight while standing.
The fighters had their families on board, the old and children too, - two tribes at sea was one too many, everyone was present in order to be drowned easily if belonging to the losing side, nobody would have a chance to escape to the woods.
The water waited standing still and the rings on the surface of the water swam on a circle, under the waters the carnivores ate on the spot, and the swords and shields drifted to rest on the vivid green bottom of the vitrine. The stagnant water turned poisonous, after having used all its oxygen, the heat turned into sultriness - the sludge took wings, a slimy ghost that dragged its rags between the ships, weaving a brown carpet at the same time, a disgusting ghost complaining about the heat, whining about the people's misery and their piteous cries.
Suddenly, the water began to lower, the strait turned into a swamp drowning the two tribes' ships into its thick loops, the two tribes' ships perished in its pools, they sank into its stitches. A starving bog took the last rowers. Silence of the water, it listened behind the door of death, opened it slightly ajar and caused a flood in the halls of death, in its soaking pools, and then finally calmed down.