Saturday, June 7, 2014

Alíenor 38

38
Our luck did not hold out, and we soon found ourselves tossed on grey waves. The deck was awash with sailors and water, yet I did not go down. The waves rocked us harder than ever, and for once I was glad not to be in my normal place. I hugged the mast, and would not let go. The anchor was dropped, and the sails lowered, and still I did not let go. It was not said (if it was, it was lost in the howling wind), but all of us knew we'd be lucky to survive it. Even if we were, we'd likely be lost, far from the green stripe that once seemed so close.

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