The Storm

Lightning illuminated the vast and violent ocean. Thunder boomed and sent shivers of fear up the ship crew's spines. The vessel rocked back and forth, ravaged by massive, unpredictable waves. The crew had no idea where they were or whether they would make it out of this storm in one piece.

"Davy Jones is hungry for us, but too bad!" shouted the Captain. "We will make it through this storm and to our destination! Maintain your composure!!!"

I acknowledged the Captain's word, then spontaneously broke out in cackling laughter, looking up at the sky and saluting it. Suddenly all the fear, discomfort, and adrenaline I had been feeling was now thrill, ecstasy, release. I felt no fear of death, no fear of losing the ship, the crew, and failing at what we had embarked to accomplish. I felt pure joy in that moment, in this stressful situation, and I expressed that joy with the loudest and most positive cry possible:

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"