Black clouds loomed over the skies, blocking out the last remnants of sunlight for the sailors. Heavy rain began to fall in a never ending manner. As the sky darkened to a pitch black colour, the wind howled with a heart-wrenching squeal, as if vengeful spirits that hated all mortal life were manifested in the air and brought death to those they encountered.
‘’Hurry! Hurry!’’ came an explosive shout from the vessel trapped within the raging storm. Many of the sailors rushed to and fro from the cabin onto the deck, securing the sails as they braced themselves for the impending waves. As the sailors hurried about on the deck trying to prepare themselves, yellow light flashed above in the raven-coloured clouds. Golden light began to congeal as lightning formed at a ferocious speed, bearing the might of Gods as they began to fall down with all its fury towards the port side of the vessel below.
Silence permeated in the air with the strike of lightning, as if time had stopped.
‘’Lightn-‘’ When one of the sailors recognised the danger and began to call out, a loud bellow reverberated throughout the entire ocean as thunder fell down, drowning his voice. It was too late.
Time seemed to drag on as every sailor stood dumbfounded looking at the splendour and might of the storm around their ship. Moments later, the rumbling of thunder and lightning came with the explosion of the port side of the vessel, leaving a blasted hole, destroying the cargo within, alongside the charred remains of dead sailors behind.
On the deck, the captain, a pale faced middle-aged man stood with a pure-white, frightened face.
Streaks of light crackled throughout the pitch-black night sky, shrouding it with its blinding incandescence, emanating the might of a furious God. Jagged bolts of lightning endlessly protruded, filling the sky with undying flashes of radiance before striking down onto the vessel again.
The storm raged on, ravaging the vessel trapped within it, claiming the lives of most of the sailors, dragging their bodies to the abyss of the ocean, their eternal resting place.
The ferocity of lightning claimed more lives than the sea, as it struck down onto the vessel like a divine lance hungry for human life. With each strike it battered and punctured the vessel, along the way burning and destroying the sailors who were too slow to get away. Left behind? Nothing but charred corpses.
Upon the first ray of sunlight emerged the few remaining sailors who laid battered and powerless on the deck, or what remained of it. They mourned the loss of many friends and comrades lost in the storm. As the survivors laid down on the tattered wood of the deck with lifeless eyes and withered skin, they looked upwards at the azure blue sky. They laid there wondering why God had done this, or whether they had been abandoned by God to be condemned to this hell, whilst they drifted towards an enticing shore…