Winter Hush
A sea desolate and cold asks not for the voice of counsel. For when nothing stirs upon the deep but a polar wind, vigilance leaves well enough alone. Hush is the horn that warns. For now. But wait for it!
Soon enough, time and circumstance will dictate otherwise. Then, promptly upon demand, the sound of silence will be dispensed with and a resounding cadence will commence amidst an unyielding murkiness.
Maybe Old Man Winter rouses a vapor that burns bitter, or more likely, a gale blowing great guns will emerge from the northeast and wall-off visibility. No matter. When the helmsman needs an audible aid, a bellowing voice will be at the ready.