The Athena Complex

It will crash. It will turn. They will gurgle and thrash. Unless they learn. But only what they can't see offer the foresight they would need. The Ocean is unforgiving to those who don't heed its wailing. Fog so thick you wouldn't think You would dare to blink. Yet fear isn't the fog, it's the unforseen. The belief that beneath the surface it is crystalline. I can't tell them there's danger. They don't care for a stranger. My curse is to step back, and let it simmer. For the sin is told by the sinner. Not the wiser.