Blackbox

Blackbox lies at the bottom of the ocean where the fish are blind and the waters dark and muddy and where lie scattered the bones of ships and sailors of the seas and of the skies. Once, after a sudden event in another world, many things descended here. The sky ship was already broken. Somberly, the sailors sank into the sand, feet first. Blackbox trapped their voices. Eons passed. Now Blackbox lies among the ships and the sailors and the fish who can never see them and the voices have long since trickled out through an opening carved by time and mingled with the mud and the bones here at the bottom of the ocean.