FIFTY
The huge ship cut through the giant waves like a child’s toy at bath time. Even though its massive tonnage held it firm, the powerful waves heaved it upwards on the back of Poseidon’s steeds. The blackened clouds above flashed with power, releasing bolts of white streaks that turned the heavens an eerie purple.
They were approaching the eye of the storm and the wrath of nature, as the ship remained true and steady. The passengers and some of the crew hid themselves away in their cabins as they felt the vessel heave up and down. The ship had been locked down, and anything breakable had been made secure as much as possible. Shops, bars and restaurants were closed until the all-clear was given. Captain Tobias Long stood on the bridge of his ship, watching the heavens give a terrifying
