Dreams being ships had left the harbour of his mind years ago. He would still watch the ocean, but no longer in the hope of seeing any of them return. Nowadays visiting the sea was spending time with an old lover. He would go each day, regardless of the weather, and allow the hiss and crash of waves to wash over him and sweep his ailments away on its tides to the same distant places his dreams resided. Once long ago, he thought a dream came back realised. But she was a Siren blemished by the return of countless nightmares.