A pair of gloved hands delicately slots the final antique clock into a mahogany shelf, completing a ship captain’s personal collection. The quarters are dim, lit only by modest, warm-hued lanterns that sway slightly from the gentle rock of the berthed vessel, their light dancing and reflecting off the brass elements of timepieces. Balance is crafted with clocks and navigational tools filling the majority of the frame, and the remainder reserved for the omnipresent dark ocean visible from the porthole. Subtle, metallic color tones rule the shot’s aesthetic – silvers, brasses and coppers – all perfectly curated in the confined space. Depth is unfathomable, offered by the pitch-black sea that stretches into nothingness beyond the ship’s barriers. The scene is observed from a high-angle, almost as if the viewer is peering from the ceiling. The static camera movement perfectly reminisces the stillness in the air, broken occasionally when the ship adjusts herself against the sea’s perpetual singing. The captain is absent from the frame, allowing the spectacles of his travels to take the spotlight. Their placement unravels a story that remains untold, waiting to be discovered.