I had just closed the cabin door with a chosen deference to those already asleep, though I wanted to slam it.
The crew – my life blood, tether and pulse, had given all out and beyond in effort . . and sadly, it was not enough.
The squalls came first and the sky appeared to look down upon us in disdain before the storm was unleashed.
Eight long hours of horrific anguish, one soul overboard and now in the calm, drifting with only one mast – a despondent, sullen crew.
We were by the stars, some 200 miles off course . . .being pulled by an insidious ocean TIDE not found on any chart.
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2 thoughts on “TALE OF THE TIDE . . .”
Very interesting. Did not know if fiction or non-fiction, but I could just imagine the fear.