Surviving An Angry Sea

For sixteen hours the angry sea tossed us like unstuffed cloth dolls. We were at her mercy, as she flipped us and tossed us. Most of us were preparing ourselves for death. Sending home good bye texts. We recognized our demise. I did not expect to wake up in the morning. Neither did the others. We said our good byes last night. A star came through the storm to greet us in the wee morning hours. This was my first inkling that we might survive the sea’s wrath.