What started as a light rustling among the sails quickly became a cruelly whipping wind. You rip right through me, cold and weak at the wheel. Your unrelenting waters beat and batter the hull, warning of a toss into the sea. Efforts to fortify and flee fall short with each rolling wave. Any bit of resolve or confidence I once possessed fell away slowly, then with increased rate, as your levels rise in this once-serene body, now sure to be my grave.
Unwilling to fall victim to the turbulence of you, I fight back. Kicking against the tides, pulling toward the surface. Breaking through the waves, lungs filling with the salty breeze. Your dark and brooding skies part, you power slowly fades.
You may have wrecked the ship, but my spirit’s not for the taking.