100WC Week 3 - Survival!

Without warning, the sky darkens! Thunder roars, lightning flashes and the wind whistles. Waves roar, crash and collide against my tiny wooden boat. Beating rain sweeping onto my face, I hold on for dear life. In the distance, a faint glow from a lighthouse is shining on the dark, rough sea. Will anyone see me? Will anyone come? Will anyone rescue me? As night falls, with no rescue imminent, devastating realization kicks in. There is nothing beyond the water except the profound discouragement of the sky. Eventually the storm breaks… I survived. The boat is battered and bruised. So am I.