The Tempest

It was the worse situation that a fisherman could bear. The waves were crashing over the hull, the mast breaking into pieces. The Strong will of my experiences at sea about to tear. There was no end in sight as the black sea engulfed my shipmates with fear. I was on borrowed time, and damn the Earth, the end looked very near. But suddenly, in the distance, I spotted a beacon! What a miracle from the heavens! A flame of courage filled my soul as I announced to them above the roaring winds, “Steer her towards eleven!” During the endeavor, took relentless focus and determination, Before our vessel rammed into the beach; which bestowed upon us…an enlightening revelation. The rising of the sun on the distant horizon chased away the horrors of the night, As I fell to my knees in the sand; fulfilling my senses with delight. My wife heard my cries and sprinted down the cove. She fell into my arms, sobbing, with words of joy to me bestowed, “My love, hast I thought thou would have become swallowed up into thy watery grave!” I softly kissed her lips and spoke softly into her ear, “None peril is too great for thine.” We lie upon the golden sand, with brave shipwreck to my left, majestic sun to my right. Perhaps the day’s events were a trial from the Gods’ rerun, Or it could be that this was not my time to perish; And a new start, for my lovely woman and I, has only just begun…