The clouds became thick obscuring the moon. They seethed cruelly in the moonlight, as dark as a witch’s Sabbath. The moons mercury flush was no longer to be seen, just the mourning cloaks of black. The wind bellows disturbed and in a place of agony. His boat keeled, the sail quavered, the timber planks buckled. The bottom of the boat creaked and dithered. An alarmed school of fish hurried underneath his boat. He felt isolated he could just see the infinite sea in front and some pockmarked lights in the distance too far for him to reach. …show more content…
The wave was murky coming towards like a rigid and supreme barrier. It began to coil over, he looked up the wave loomed over him. His father’s words came back to him giving him an urge of determination “a true mariner never deserts a sinking ship.” It heaved itself onto his boat. The boat shredded apart, jagged pieces of timber where floating and he was left sinking. His boat had plunged into the depths of the enigmatic ocean. The salted sea pricked at his delicate eyes and his spectral face white washed. He was crawling for breath kicking his feet neurotically. He managed to clench onto a residue of his boat his naked fingers scratching the plank and splinters dashing up his finger nails. For him time felt suspended. His clothes saturated with water clinging on and sticking onto his skin. He was wrinkling like a prune. He had a vacant expression, solitude was conquering him. He had to overcome this despair as the turbulence of the storm