OOC-ed already.

For a long time, this ship had been on stormy seas; her captain refusing to steer the rudder for he too, was at his wits' end. He had lost his compass. 'A little while longer', he loved to say. Now, things seems desperate.

'All hands on the deck!', he calls at last, with anxiety in his voice. It is his final chance of ever making out of this storm alive. He know this, as water spouts the size of small islands are starting to form. If his ship ever gets into the way of one of them, none of the crew members will be able to see daylight ever again.

The story ended with the ship heading to calm waters. The anger of the choppy seas which had haunted the crew for the past few month is starting to subside. The storm was so long, that the ship had almost ran out of supplies, and her crew had long forgotten the tender loving waves of the ocean, but, they were just glad to be alive.

Aint you, author?

A lie spoilt a whole book out.