“Hard about!” The Captain, roared with no time for delay, the seasoned crew went into action in unison with the verbal command. September’s weather raged extra rank, as the gale waged war against the body of the ship. The stress of the boom vibrated with crackles, as they hoped to ride the mountainous waves and drop their sails. No time to consider the rigging as blade was taken to rope, cascading waves of canvas fall to the ships floor.
No pint-sized tempest would out bellow de captain his very stance was power and his voice boomed over the wind and thunder. White hot shots of lightning blazed from the ceiling of the storm, splintering the foremast in pieces. It would take a month of sunshine to dry the hull of this ship but somehow the bow was aflame.