{??? POV}
In the dead of night, thunder roared as golden streaks of electricity snaked through the clouds.
Rain poured profusely, landing on a humongous metal vessel that rode over the turbulent waves of the sea.
It was a ship put together with countless scraps of metal.
It was a ship run on steam and machinery to push through the crashing waves and was armed to the teeth with countless fixed weapons, ranging from machine guns to cannons to even large-scale artillery.
It was a ship far larger than any blue whale or battleship known to man; it was a mobile fortress that was roughly 600 metres long, 300 metres wide, and 120 metres tall—a behemoth that shouldn't be able to float on water.
And yet, it managed to. Not because it could, but because it needed to; for its purpose was to hold up the hopes and dreams of those who resided in its walls.
Its name?
This mobile fortress's name was—
"Captain, Noah's Ark will be entering the Sinking Sea in an hour."
—Noah's Ark.
