I hear nothing besides the creak of wood
And the settling of the water.
A ripple gently rocks my life
As angry storm clouds start to roll in.
I prepare the best I can.
Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.
The rain starts to pound the boat
making the deck slippery
I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,
Threatening to send me overboard.
I hold tight to the mast a...
