I feared that my boat would break apart in the storm. The howling wind tore at the sail roaring like a pack of hungry wolves. The rain battered the hull as the steel grey sea leapt up trying to drag the hopeless boat down. Lightning illuminated the sky with blinding light; the waves pounded the side of the boat as I swayed and slipped through the green slick seaweed. My heart hammered against my chest, slowly creeping up my throat till I felt like I was about to get sick. I had to do something but I was hopeless in the violent crashing and smashing of the colossal waves. A titanic wave rose ahead and I braced myself, tears streaming down my face the salt stinging my eyes. The wave toppled and crashed on top of the boat, smashing the fragile structure to bits. The sea swallowed me whole, devouring any oxygen I had left. I thrashed in the churning ocean fighting for survival. I was dragged further underwater, I was soon about to lose this battle. A sharp pain erupted in my side, my lungs crumpled but my heart was still there. I pulled myself to the surface gasping as my lungs caught the sweet taste of oxygen. I clambered onto a broken piece of wood I would survive. Then everything went black. The storm was over later that day the sea was calm and the sky was an azure blue. The storm was over and so was my life.
by Robert Emelifeonwu.
