The Boat

The crosswind surged in, filtering through the apertures in the rotten wood, sounding like a chorus of low moans. Hugging a beam at the top of the hatch, Mai looked out and her breath stopped. The boat had heeled so steeply that all she saw was an enormous wall of black-green water bearing down. She shut her eyes, opened them again - now the gunwale had crested the water, the ocean completely vanished.