Magnetic Flashing Lights

Those lights, those flashing blinking lights, that I see in the twilight. They attract me like a lost boat to a lighthouse. I still know where my home is, even with my eyes closed. But the almost magnetic force of those flashing blinking lights pulls me in like I am made out of metal. The lighthouse like bulbs are the magnet and I am the boat made out of steel. One would think that I, being made out of steel, would be strong enough to resist. But alas, I have become a machine operated by the magnetic flashing lights.
I sail fast but steady, straight towards the lights. I enter past them, and then pass the darkness, where all is now well lit. Then I come to another bit of darkness. It is a cloud of semi-darkness, where one can see dancing silhouetts, but not see colors clearly. There are other boats in this enveloping cloud of semi-darkness. They too were attracted to the magnetic flashing lights.
In this cloud of semi-darkness, all of us, are ships passing in the night. Some pass each other so swiftly. It seems as if they are near one another's respective side of national waters they dare not cross. Other ships behave as cunning and distasteful as a pirate ship would. The pirate ships try in vain to capture the other ships that refuse their advances. Yet at times, you find two, perhpas three ships that cross waters. They meet one another in what appears to be neutral waters.
Now, this isn't a frequent occurrence. However, the magnetic flashing lights are like a drug. Anyone who alters their mind with chemical substances knows that there are good highs, and there are bad highs. Perhaps that is why me and my other shipmates are so attracted to these lights. Simply the thought of the rush of gambling for the possibility of a good high, or a bad high, is quite exhilarating!