The vigorous storm had swung the little boat closer towards the shore. The lightning darted across the empty granite sky, stripping the air of its final breath. Bolts of rage blasted the inky void and, as every strike of lightning threatened the stray boat, it inched away, seeking comfort in a distant rocky cove. It was as though the Gods themselves were partaking in the war Zeus’ demonic spears hammered on the sickly sea, unleashing his rage upon the human world.Īfter every lethal spear was released, the land and sea shuddered, revealing something far on the horizon. The sailors had spotted a lone beam of light, crying out, a melancholy symbol of futile hope. Hearing every shriek, the sailors envisaged the bolts of electricity dominating the sky and braced themselves for the next attack.
#Little man in the boat windows
Although the tiny windows were blotted with the spray of the murky water, blasts of thunder were heard and shook the frail boat. Trembling, windows were coated by the merciless waves, leaving the crew inside fearfully staring into the empty abyss of the inky sea. Paralysed in the midst of the battle, the feeble body of the boat was continuously abused by each crashing wave – as though it were a deer within a lion’s den, entrapped, with nowhere to run. The small boat floating on the ocean had no choice but to receive each ferocious attack. No longer silent, nor idle, the waves embodied all of nature’s wrath, lashing and whipping anyone and anything in sight. The silent waves were no longer idly staring at the world above them instead, mother nature’s infuriated army, massing, stared back, beckoning them to join their ranks. Low bruised clouds hung on the unsettled skyline, tugging nature’s plague behind them. Far in the distance, the horizon began to quiver.
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