The wind in the air blew strong and a distinct smell of sea salt wafted up my nose sending a shiver down my spine. The mast of the ship  (The Black) stood firm despite the raging storm of lightning and dark clouds. My crew mates rushed around me desperately trying to keep us alive but I knew we would soon die so stood solemnly. What use was I a small cabin boy?

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My brown hair blew wildly in the harsh, salty wind. The world seemed pointless and time seemed to stand still has my luminous blue eyes spotted the rocks dead ahead, in the shadows so hard to spot, we couldn’t  turn and a wave rushed towards us towering above all.

The ship sailed on, crashing into the waves of death that shook our boat. I fear that at any second the waves will penetrate our vessel and destroy it. Leaving us to die in the murky water. 

Finaly the ship turned and capsized. Sending the crew into the perilous waters, never to be seen again.

My body was flung into the jagged rocks, piercing my flesh and lodging me into the rocks. Feeling my life bleed away I wished one last thing. “Please help.”