100WC Week 3 - Sinking

There was a dark dense smog forming in the sky as I struggled to steer the ship in the mad, furious, violent sea. The storm was so strong, like nothing I have ever experienced before. I could feel the boat squeaking and creaking, with every move the sides threatening to collapse. Beneath me I could hear screams of panic, ear piercing screams chorusing the same thing "we're all going to die!" and "let's jump for it, we've got no hope". I could make out the sound of people rushing to the top deck and with a splash they were gone...