The screeching wind rips at my face
Salt spray cuts into my eyes
The waves rage and thrash
"MAN THE WHEEL" I hear
I run aross the deck, sliding slipping
A sudden gust tears me off the hard wood planks
I am thrown into the cold merciless waves
Sinking, slowly sinking
My lungs scream for air
My body refuses to move
Dying. I am dying.
I fade into obilivon
The warm darkness wraps around me
I let myself go.
I am one with the sea. I am no longer me.
