She stood at the shore, holding the letter about her beloved. There would be no fine wooden casket, no gold on his eyes to pay his way to Davey Jones's locker. He was lost at sea. Night turned to morning, and she swore he was there, walking the coast. It was only a dream of a love she knew before the storm.
Photo by Wolf Mercury
VFX/Music by Multi-Platinum producer Aeneas "Hardley Davidson" Middleton
