[ IP ] Sea of ghosts

Everyone thought the worst of the melting ice caps would be the rising sea levels. They do n't traverse the waters, especially near the poles. Nope, instead its usually either safe land travel such as cars or trains or they cram into airplanes and float above it all until they touch down in some distant land. 
 
 As for myself and few others who own a ship and crew however, these waters have become more treacherous as of late. Not physically mind you but rather emotionally. At first the reports coming in were all Russian so we thought for sure there were translation errors of some kind but after a few warm days and rough storms the radio was buzzing with confirming stories. 
 
 I still was n't sure what was going on. Maybe there was some virus going around making everyone delusional or somehow pockets of warm and cold air were playing tricks and creating mirages. Whatever was causing all this ruckus I did n't believe it. 
 
 This will sound crazy but it started as a whisper being carried by the wind. I could hear it in my dreams but could n't make out any of the words. It just sounded like hundreds of voices all trying to communicate at once. I was abruptly awoken by one of the crewmen. He looked pale and his eyes hinted that he was either about to break down crying or had just gotten done doing so. He tried to speak but when his voice failed him multiple times he just took my arm and led me on deck. 
 
 The voices were so loud outside! I could feel the wind whipping across my face but I could n't hear it due to those voices! Staring over the side of the ship, what I thought were white-capped waves turned out to be so much more. Skulls floated everywhere and all either with open mouths or missing lower jaws. It was truly a sight to behold. 
 
 Every manner of horrible sound emanated from those once fleshy heads. As the wind shifted screaming became curing, cursing became crying, and crying lead too pleading. The heads never deviated from their bobbing but the words and sounds flowed on just like the current carrying the skulls. It was only a few moments I stood on the deck but for myself and the crew it could have been days for all we knew. 
 
 I could bear it no longer and ran to the cabin to steer the boat southward and hopefully away from this evil nightmare. Something was working because the voices grew softer until they were once again a whisper and then altogether silent. It did n't end our troubles though. The men were forever uneasy after that encounter and one would n't stop talking about hearing his toddler son, who he lost a winter before the trip, crying and yelling his name. Maybe a night later he jumped overboard in search of his child. 
 
 Once we got back to port I sold the boat and unfortunately I did n't keep in touch with the crew. All I know is that most moved further inland to landlocked states while a couple are presumed dead from suicide. I myself decided to get as far away from the sea as possible. 
 
 If what they say about global warming is true though, none of us will be able to escape that damn sea of ghosts.
