I am on watch in the cockpit on board the sailing vessel "Sister Moon". I am being flung around as though I am a bouncing ball. I try to make sense of my surroundings as I awkwardly search the horizon for any other unfortunate vessels being thrown from towering swell to towering swell. I feel totally alone out here in this raging pool of pitch-black darkness. Images of the ocean swallowing me and my family
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staring so greedily at.
I slither into my cabin and remove my salt sodden foul weather gear. I pray that the weather will be better tomorrow and ask Mother Nature to show a little pity. At last I crawl into my sleeping bag and I slip into a coma-like sleep. I do not dream because I don't have the energy to dream and I have just had one of the worst nights of my life.