In the Eye of the Storm

Captain Mars left the wheel to Sarge, first mate I have to check the lower deck, he said. If I am not back in twenty minutes, I won’t be back. The mate was new, he had no idea what that meant Their ship was being tossed about like a rubber ball Angry storm had come up suddenly, and was unrelenting What should I do? Sarge asked an old timer who was near. “Pray; it is the only thing left,” the old timer said. Sarge was gritting his teeth so hard, they hurt. He gripped the wheel, and held on for the ride. Expecting to not see his twenty-eighth birthday. “Calm down son,” his grandfather’s voice whispered. Suddenly calm, Sarge felt a teensy bit of hope. “It is not as bad as I feared,” Captain Mars said. He took over the helm, and Sarge returned to his bunk. His first dream that night was of his days fishing with grandpa.