[ WP ] You are at the beach and the crew from a ship that sank years ago a few kilometers from the shore come out the water .

The ocean waves beat against the shore. Unrelenting, unending, never missing a beat. 
 
 The soldiers march to the beat of the waves. Marching, swimming, crawling their way from the sea. 
 
 Those that come here do n't come to the beach. Those that live here do n't swim in the sea. The sea is the land of the dead. The dead that slowly encroach on the living. 
 
 The soldiers make their way up the shore. Unrelenting, unending, never missing a beat. 
 
 All that comes from the sea returns to the sea. We once came from the sea. And now the sea has sent it's soldiers to come take us back. 
 
 The boat that sank many years ago, the sea conscripted it's men into its ranks. Now they march. They swim. They crawl their way from the sea. 
 
 The white of bone, of skulls picked clean. Rise from the receding ocean. The soldiers they come from the sea to claim the land. They come to claim us all. 
 
 The sea shrinks back to reveal its soldiers. Unrelenting, unending, never missing a beat. 
 
 Perhaps we should have taken better care of the world. That way the land would protect us and the sea would not be angered. But now it's too late. 
 
 The sea has sent it's soldiers that march, that swim, that crawl their way out of the sea. 
 
 After many years the dead have finally come for us. Perhaps we should have done more to protect the earth. But now the ocean comes for us all. Unrelenting, unending, never missing a beat.
