Id rather sink as an elegant ship

Yes a magnificent ship, one minute bobbing joyfully above the waves, sails flapping happily in the wind, a moment later disappeared beneath the waves with a ploop, with the refreshing sound and likeness of a stone dropping into a deep well.

Indeed, I’d rather sink as an elegant ship, then one day find myself rotting away somewhere in an old shipyard, my belly festering with gaping holes and open wooden sores, my once elegant sails moth-bitten and faded, struggling sadly, shivering arthritically against the wind’s sigh, the crusty, salted cataract eyes of my bow all dried up from crying, witness to the tragedy of the seas, to a deep ocean of salty tears.