A ships anchor

I watch the anchor sink, and I wish I could see it hit the bottom. I wish I could watch it fall at the speed you did. Because all I could do was watch from a distance where nothing was visible. I wasn't allowed to contact you after it happened because we were meant to be separate but I knew it wasn't the right time. The anchor was never meant to sink so soon, there was so many more places the ship had to sail. I couldn't do anything but watch from a far as the thing I loved the most left my hands. I lost control of the helm, and could no longer pirate the ship to its destination like I promised. I am sorry.