100WC Week 3 - The Rescue

Gripping the long, wooden oars, Elisabeth heaved the boat away from the mooring and pushed out into the sea. Would she be able to reach the stricken vessel in time? Could her small frame overpower the towering waves? Might the sailors sink beneath the surface? All around her the sea was swirling, sucking, foaming and frothing. Like a grey beast writhing in pain it lurched high up into the air before crashing down over her tiny boat. She gritted her teeth. She wiped the salt spray from her eyes and rowed on. Elisabeth knew that she was their last hope...