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The ocean is a knife
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Short Stories The Ocean is a Knife,
Slashing at the Hull of the Ship
It was a dark and stormy day; huge waves, whirling winds and bright lightning filled the sky. As the waves crashed against the ship; the thunder roared over head and the rain poured down on the deck of the ship. While the crew was working extra hard to push through the storm the wind billowed the sails, and the ship was thrust forward.
“Captain, we must get clear of this storm,” yells the First mate, over the whistling winds.
“You’re right Jack,” hollers Captain Mark, “Increase speed, hard to port.”
As the ship lurched forward, the crew holding on to the masts, where working feverishly. The journey was as rough as a rollercoaster, with the ship dipping and rising on the thrashing waves.
“Sir, the ocean is a knife, slashing at the hull of the ship,” calls the exasperated Helmsmen, “our hull is breaking apart.”
“If we aren’t clear of this storm soon, the hull might breach,” Jack adds, almost losing his footing.
“We’re almost through men,” booms Mark reassuringly, “just a little ways further”
“AHHHH!” screams from the crew rang out.
As a massive wave crashes over the deck, screams echo throughout the ship.
“Sir, crewman Willy, sir,” yells Helmsmen John, “he went overboard with that last wave.”
“Is he within rescue distance,” asks Mark, regretfully knowing the answer.
“No, he’s too far out,” replied Jack solemnly, “we’ll never reach him.”
As the limp, freezing body of Willy floats away, the ship continues to push on through the storm.
“Captain, I see land,” yells Watchmen Tom, staring in to the distance.
“Where is it Tom,” inquires Mark.
“30 degrees to starboard, about half a mile off,” Tom responds, almost falling from the Crow’s-nest.
Mark taking out his binoculars begins to scan the horizon. As he catches sight of the island another wave crashes on the deck.
“John, 30 degrees to starboard, full speed.” Orders Mark
“Right away sir,” John calls back, with a great heave of the wheel.
As the wheel spun the ship started to bank towards the island. The boat was soon speeding off in the direction of the island. In the distance the dead body of Willy was pulled under by the current.
“Land hoe,” yells Tom, “Ha-ha-ha, I can see land.”
“We’re almost safe,” yells Mark, “just a little bit further.”
With the ship nearing the island, cheers begin to ring out from the crew.
“Full stop, Drop the anchor,” hollers Mark, “everyone to the boats”
With the crew scrambled to the boats, Mark and Jack stand and watch the as the boats fill and speed off toward the island. Getting a boat them selves the two men along with Tom and John, follow the rest of the crew to the island. As the boats ventured forward sighs of relief can be herd all around, safe at last.
