Like a train going down the tracks, or a plane overhead, the thunder roared low and loud over the darkened earth and I dare say, there is a god. A flash of light and we stop mid sentence to see, holding our breath in awe as the landscape flickers for miles.
The waves crash upon the hulking ship — its crisp, crescent tentacles rattling against the steel sides like an impatient child’s drumming fingers on hard wood. On and on, the waves beat the vessel as it drudges through the sea. On and on the waves crash, crash, crash.