A storm had arisen and the waves were choppy. The boat I was in was built to withstand the most violent of storms, but the fury of this storm was something that I had never seen in all my years as a boat captain.
Dark dense fog was forming over the black, unforgiving sea. I had trouble steering the boat because the royal party kept demanding that I sail the ship according to their commands. In spite of their royalty, it was hard to believe they thought they had more skill than I did. It was a complete lack of respect. However, beneath their commanding tones, I could hear panic.
As the storm's fury increased, men and women alike were all screaming the same things, almost in chorus “We’re all going to die!” or “Lets jump for it, we’ve got no hope. We’re goners!” Suddenly everyone seemed to reach an agreement and they rushed up to the top deck and with a loud splash, they were gone into the sub-zero water below. I could feel the boat being put thought its paces, squeaking and creaking and with every move, the sides threatened to collapse
I gave trying to steer the boat to a safe cove. I knew it was well out of reach. I gave the job to my apprentice and he welcomed to the challenge ahead.
I climbed below the deck to see exactly what was going on. The sound below was deafening and I felt terrified. The instant I got below decks, I saw the devastation that this tempest had caused. The wall had been drenched by very small leaks so the bottom of ship was filling up very slowly but surely.
It was strange how many people were still on board. I realized that only about 15 people had dived into the freezing depths of the water below The air is hot and full of moisture. The sky has darkened down to pitch black with tiny patches of deep blue peeping through. The heavy clouds hang ominously low, covering the hills. The animals take cover as the first flash of bright lightening zigzags across the sky, illuminating the clouds. Thunder follows, with a crash that...
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