Seafront

The blood red tide washed back and forth on the shoreline, keeping the wreckages that had washed up damp and stained.

I sat just far enough up on the sand that the tide didn't reach me, the blood staining the sand around me my own.

Out on the horizon, I could see the last two ships that were still afloat and not completely on fire moving towards each other.

There were thousands of people still in the sea, in need of rescue.

But no, clearly shooting at each other and blowing each other up was much more important to do.