Tempest.

The waves rode on the rhythmic and wild percussion of the sea, climbing higher and higher, reaching a crescendo before, it crashed down. Water shot across the deck; drenching the passengers in a sudden downpour.

Cries and screams packed the air, vibrating in abject terror as the boat wailed and shook. However, the screams screeched to a halt as a witch-like cry sounded from above, a flash vision of red and orange, in the eerie, misty fog flooding the air surrounding the boat, as people; old and young huddled together; squeezed in close packs grasping each other in a death hold-- as knuckles paled to ghost white. Lips pulled into a tight line, wrinkles deepened on the skin, not a single soul dared to breathe.

The sea, a colour of harsh dark blue, continued to pound its waves vigorously against the boat without no mercy. The passengers stumbling and swaying, as they desperately with urgency, prayed. Meanwhile, in the boat's steer, a battle raged. Gerald was not your ideal man. Neither was he, a person of the sea. He was brash and young, not stern or wise and has no beard. However, inevitably he is a 'Tempest', as is his name proved, Gerald Tempest, so it is only fate that he will lose his life to the dangers that lurked in the sea. Just like the past generations.

Hands clutched on the steering wheels, the young man, used all of his force as he tried to manoeuvre the boat with a grim face. He was losing, fast. With each wave that reached him, causing to him slips slightly, the knot in his stomach twisted deeply-- not knowing which will be his last. In the distance, the thunder rumbled, lightning zapped; a light of purple-red flashing on the large block of ice sat in the middle of the dancing sea of lions.

His breath hitched, lips quivering uncontrollably, while his complexion of rosy skin paled considerably.

BANG! The door flung open behind him with a great thump in synch with his pounding heart. "Gerald!" A voice shouted as it shook with indescribable emotions. "It's here! It's here!"

Gerald's head snapped over his shoulder, eyes widening like saucers. Horror etched on his face.

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Overhead, a howl of something dark, resonated.