The sea was tempestuous. Sharp waves slammed a massive cargo ship that seemed to be a fragile cardboard piece compared to the fury of the deep blue. The swaying of the veteran of the oceans was sickening; red lights were flashing in its hallways while an alarm sound echoed through its compartments as a message of condemnation. 

The sailors had no plan to control the ship, and even if they had one, its rolling would not even allow them to leave their rooms. 

The issue was not to tame the ship or not; someone was controlling the waters in which it was navigating!

From the control room, the captain—an old man who saw his beard grow between the sky and the ocean—was struggling to hold the helm. If this thing were a lion, he thought, it would be easier to keep it still. 

There was no time to stabilize the ship; its destiny seemed to be sealed. “We can sink at any time, ANY TIME! Be prepared!” the captain said through the ship speakers. 

His warning was unnecessary; the steel of the massive cargo was in tortuous agony, uttering a confession that no sailor would like to listen: I will wreck! 

Then the giant of steel slowly pitched over a giant wave; its bow pointed to the sky as if asking for mercy and salvation. 

The captain grabbed the helm firmly, but not to control his old friend; it was impossible; he just wanted to stay on his feet as long as possible.

Another wave was approaching, and this one was not just huge, but a true blue wall of water whose top seemed to touch the clouds. 

The old man had seen nothing like that before. He let the helm go, allowing the ship to fulfill its most long-awaited desire: toss him to the ground. 

The giant wave broke at the ship’s bow and then metallic chords, from the highest to the lowest tone, vibrated from the steel of the embarkation to the bones of its sailors. 

No, the ship was not wrecking or falling apart, but dragging itself on a soft ocean of mud! 

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The giant stopped. Its internal lights failed, plunging its sailors into a dense and silent darkness. Is this what death looks like? Some of them thought. 

The captain slowly stood up and what he saw through the windows of the control room made him take a long and grunted breath: The ship was jammed in the mud at the bottom of the ocean, giant walls of water surrounding it. 

He stepped down on the ship’s deck, his hands slowly grabbing its cold guardrail. “No...” he whispered, his eyes full of tears. 

He stumbled off the deck and stepped out of the ship through a rope ladder. A wind blew, drying the mud before he put his foot on the ground, and so the wind kept doing as he went, stepping toward his old friend. “Moses! What...” He looked around. “I thought I would never see you again.”

“The appointed time has finally arrived, Noah.” 

Noah shook his head and babbled some words. “I thought that this day would never come,” he swallowed hard, “so much time since...,” his voice trailed off. 

Moses smiled. “The Lord granteth us life so far in order to accomplish His will, Noah,” he said, “I hope you are ready for this.”

“The paradise!” Noah whispered, looking deeply into Moses' eyes.

A gale blew, drawing his attention to the enormous columns of water around; the sound of the wind pushing them up was powerful. “Apparently you haven’t forgotten how to use your powers.” He looked at his calloused hands and sighed. “But I think I can’t say the same about me.” 

Moses turned around and faced a massive block of water and then wide-opened his arms. “Well, why don’t you try?”

At first, Moses’ words surprised Noah. Then he looked at the columns of water and walked toward one of them. The ground went drying at each of his steps; droplets of water kissing his face. 

Now he was just a few inches away from the blue wall. He stretched out his hand and felt the water streaming upwards at the touch of its fingertips. Then he lifted both hands, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and so some fishes came swimming inside the column of water. 

Moses grinned. 

More fishes appeared, but now they were swimming at Noah’s gestures. A white shark completed the dance, and finally, a gigantic shadow approached the edge of the column of water and swam out of it, revealing itself as a whale that flew majestically over Noah’s head and dove into another block of water behind him. 

He turned his trembling eyes to Moses. “When will we start?”