100WC Week 3 - The Storm

Waves crashed and slapped vigorously around the shore. In the distance the swirling, swishing and salty sea glides through the air reaching as high as the peak of the lighthouse.

Guiding my boat away from the shore the sea drags me back towards it like a beast. Frothing, spitting, and swirling the coast edges closer.

The boat sways from side to side the power of the waves becoming unstoppable. The waves crashing against the rocks and the wind whistling past my ears were the least of my worries. Tightening the sail, I could see the gloomy sky… a storm is pending.