Dan Paul
The huge towering waves were waxing and waning continually, encircling and engulfing the small boat. The fearful crew (covered in bits of cloth and animal skins), drenched by water, fear reflected in their eyes, and worry etched into their faces, was but a small reflection of what they had endured as one day had passed. Similar expressions were captured on the navigator’s face, but were multiplied as he alone knew that they were lost.
Still, the onslaught continued into the night, with wood groaning, creaking, and cracking as every wave pounded the little boat. The crew had hours ago lashed themselves to the side of the boat, with hopes of not being swept overboard. Slowly, the night crept forward until the storm was spent and began to abate. The waves subsided and calmed to create a mirror of the quarter, waning moon. Even as the skies cleared, the light of the charted stars was revealed.