It was 1963 when I crashed and hit huge jagged rocks. Now it is 1999 and still I am here rusting away. I can feel the water crashing against my copper rusty walls and the waves gradually filling me. One day I hope someone will find me and fix me. In the meantime I will sit here all alone, abandoned and broken. I can hear the seagulls calling each other to play. People are starting to gather around me, taking photos and writing articles about me. I am famous once more and will never be lonely again.