The tide is rising. The sleeping-bags on the wharf will get wet if we don't move them quickly.

Then I peer out through the darkness. A ship is sinking only a few metres from the wharf. I dive into the water and swim to the ship.

I run all over the ship trying to alert people to the danger. But no one believes me.

When the ship goes down I swim feebly toward the wharf. Sleeping-bags flounder in the water like drowning swimmers. I have to find my way through the sleeping-bags as searchlights stab the water around me.