Ship in a bottle - Snow white sands embrace the delicate bottle with it's stranded ship entombed inside the sailors languish with no land in site, no storms to weather and no pirates to fight. How long before they starve or sink to the bottom? The sailors rushed around,”A shark!” they cried. What would be their demise, they must decide? “A meal's, a meal,” the shark laughed, flashing his pearly whites. by Alesia Leach © 2018