Captain Hope

The storm raged as the crew held desperately to the sides of the ship,

Debris whipping through the dark, tumultuous, spitting sky

Far bigger than the crew, their looming ship seeming little more than another danger to their fragile souls as its slippery and splintery body pierced their skin and betrayed their clasping arms.

The captain alone stood by the steering wheel, barking orders to their crew to maintain the ripped and ragged sail.

"Not long now, sailors! See that blue sky up ahead, that means peace if we can last to get to it!"

The crew looked at their captain in despair as the blue sky was swallowed by the hungry storm, their last glimpse of hope disappearing in a cloud of grey and wet fire.

"Hold fast, sailors! See the bird braving these storms up ahead, that means nests nearby!"

The crew desperately cried as the bird was hurled to the depths by a towering wave, to be seen no more, their last glimpse of hope disappearing in a pool of darkness unknown and unkind.

"Hold fast, sailors! See the leaves barraged by the storm, that means land ahoy!"

Who could believe their captain, who had been wrong so many times and led them to this despondent place? The crew could bear it no longer, and begged their captain to pray with them and be with them before their demise. For who could last in a storm so unruly, uncaring and overwhelming in form and destruction?

Suddenly,

A ray of light blinded the crew as their captain kareened the ship left to avoid the waves. Could it be the end in sight? Blue sky, the end of a storm?

The light disappeared as soon as it came, and returned just as quickly, flickering in calling to the crew so frightened by their surroundings and a captain who refused to be overcome. An island, guiding these weary passengers to a place of rest and peace, borne from the leaves adorning the sea and ship.

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