The Storm

CRASH! Waves were howling in anger as the droplets of water splashed and sploshed on my feet and arms which were full of blisters. One of the ropes that were holding the main mast snapped in half, leaving the other ropes struggling with keeping the mast straight. My three friends and I were pulling the ropes back together with all our might. Our wet hands were perspiring heavily and had several cuts which looked like they were about to burst.

After several minutes of continuously pulling the ropes one of my friends finally collapsed in sweat and pain so we hired a strong man in the boat with gold to continue the chain of human-ropes. He agreed with delight and I smiled with joy. The bulky man thought this task was easy and dumbly pulled the ropes so hard that they snapped from the mast and ground.

“OOPS! Sorry mate, it looks like the huge mast will be falling on top of us any time soon!” the man grunted.  

“Please tell me WHY you have to DO THAT!?!”  I vociferated.           

“Dude, I am just too strong; I just can’t help it!” elucidated the man.

I declared to the rest of the people in our boat, “WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!” A person screamed in horror and fainted.  Several started to have tears in their eyes and were frowning with melancholy. What were we going to do? It was not looking good for us; the waves would just keep torturing us non-stop…