As the rain soaked my trench coat, I gazed off and remembered…
The ocean waves climbed up and sploshed heavily onto the deck and the rain poured down, disabling seeing anything out of a ten foot radius. It was too risky to try and get away from it, we might run into something. So we were anchored in the middle of the storm. My deputy captain, Sid, was the only one with me on the bow. And then the mother of all waves came, taking him away with it. He was gone… gone forever. Then a wave came and ripped the sails each in two. My crew was stranded for two days after that.
I gripped the beam of the front sail and called to Gunther, “Where can you see land?”
“T’ain’t none nowhere, we must be in da middle of da ‘lantic.”
I grimaced and flipped open my compass. Doing calculations in my head, I pointed east. “That way, Henry!”
I looked at the waves below, and to my surprise, saw someone floating along.