Human: Please generate a dreary scene outside a boat ship with rope, coiling, and a main course. Assistant: 
The bowline bridles near the middle of the leech are fast to the cringles, but the bowline itself flails free as if the sailor coiling it was interrupted and forgot to return. The scent of rot wafts off the main course from the dark spots that have spread like puddles till they cover most of the sail. Shrouds lead up towards the topsail and beyond, though the rope has seen better days and is fraying more than one would like for safety's sake.