(A Part of a Project I Made For Class) Lost Episode os Odysseus

...The night seemed to quickly dawn upon us, but
It may have only been my thoughts
Clouding my grasp on time. The sky reddened and
Then turned a misty hue of purple. My eyes glazed
Over like glass and I quickly became entranced
By the pulchritude of this magnificent scene.
The waves gently rolled over each other: a view
I had not been blessed to witness in quite some time.
The way the waves rolled so calmly over
Was like the way a bow rolls over the strings
Of a fiddle or viola. All together the sounds create a
Romantic and beautiful song and scene. The
Waves of string move together and create waves
In the crowd of the orchestra. Such sweet sounds were
Strung and my heart sang along with the
Magnificent waves of beauty. One singular player
Played a violent and screeching solo,
Altering the fall and grace of the scene.
One wave rushed over our ship, drenching
Us in a salty aroma that we had long been
Used to...