Description Of Storm At Sea

Storm At Sea

Bethany-Lee Wright, Grade 8
Brusk Story
2013

Every row is a throb in my throat, the salty bounding main air whips my face up every bit I carry on fighting the wild wind but every second information technology becomes colder and colder. The waves are getting higher and higher and it is becoming more difficult to row now as the wind gets stronger I look up at the cloudy black heaven and it has started to rain. Every driblet of water feels like golf balls bouncing off the peak of my head I beginning rowing again and as I practise a loud roar comes from nowhere and a swell bright light fills the sky faster than a bullet. Head hammering I row faster and faster the storm too seems to be getting stronger and louder. A commodities of lightning flashes before my eyes and it strikes my pocket-sized boat. A black mark branded where the lightning had struck. Another flash of light comes from the clouds as a large wave towers over me I concord my breath waiting simply I do not have to wait long, the wave crashes on top of me and the boat fills with even more water. Shaking my head to go the water off my confront I go on rowing. It is hard because there is so much going on around me. I can't row properly and another wave crashes on the top of me. The storm is picking a expert fight but I'm not going to give upwardly, not now that I am so close to winning. A flash of light brighter than the last hits my optics and every bit it does a great wave towers over head. It gets higher and higher, I concord my breath ready then information technology goes directly over me. The gunkhole which was full of water rolls I hold on for dear life but it is too late. I sink down, downwards in the cold black sea. I swim upwards to the top begging for air. I am allowed to breathe only not until a moving ridge pushes me back downwards to the bottom. I accept no more force to swim back up again. I have little jiff to spare but I watch every bit bubbling made by the rain form on the top of the body of water. The storm has won and as I sink lower and lower, my eyes get heavy I shut them. There is no sound of the waves and storm, there is no cold either, there is nothing it is but blackness. I tin't feel anything, zero. I don't even know who I was it is but black and empty and nothing more than.

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