A torrent. That’s what it has been for the past couple of weeks. The storm seeming to have reached its peak just now. Reaching a crescendo with all the pouring rain and booming thunder.

They owned a fishing fleet.

“Just wait a week son! I told you, the storm won’t abate for a couple days at least. Please!”

It almost couldn’t be heard through the storm.  Almost

It gave them a decent house and enough food for the table.

Seriously? He can’t do this right now. If we missed out on the spawning, it wouldn’t matter if there’s no storm or not – we wouldn’t even last the week.

But seasons change and cancer takes the best of us.

Father beat it of course, he’s that kind of man. Twice – and relapsed the same amount. The medical fees took all the money we had.

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Now, all that’s left is a dinghy

“I got to do this pops! You worked yourself too much all my life, let me pay it back!” Darvin yelled. “This contract is good money. We need this for your medicine!” the child, for that was what the speaker was –  yelled, as he forced his way out amidst the torrential rain.

“But what about the storm?” His dad responded. “Your life has more value! Hell, I bet I could outlast this storm! Just let it go!”

He almost believed it. Almost

It’s just so hard to look at him now. Emaciated and bald. He always wanted to be like his father one day – a broad shouldered man, covered in tattoos and looking every bit the part of a pirate. It hurts to see his father like that. Already tufts of hairs were missing from his already depreciated hairline.

“Just look at yourself pops! We, need the medicine! You wouldn’t even have relapsed twice if you didn’t need to work as hard as you had for us… you’ve done enough pops, I’ll take care of you now!”

Darvin climbed aboard the dinghy. It wouldn’t take long he thought, whilst removing the rope keeping the dinghy from being dragged away by the waves brought by the maelstrom.

He'll make this quick. Skirt the nearest reef, trudging a net and hauling ass with a full cargo hold. It’ll be tight, but he’ll make it through the storm and back to his father.

He fired the engine and sailed through the storm. Waving one last time to his father.

For that was what it was. One last time