The wind blew and the storm rolled in like a wave of death washing over hell. You were a peasant in the far kingdom you lived in. Your mother had just vanished you from the roof you lived under, for yet another unknown reason that you couldn’t help.

You ran along the Long Beach that lay next to the ocean that was waving with waves larger than the castle that haunted your dreams. The sky darker than the dirt under your nails. You boarded a small wooden boat and sailed the waving sea as you fled the village you hated. The waves bashing against the thin walls of the wooden boat.

The wind busting the waves making the boat shake and weep through the water as the rain poured onto the hair that lay on your head. You barely being able to see the shore you had just ran from, moved through the sea praying to get away from the horrid place you once called home.

The waves growing faster and stronger, the boat shaking and weeping for the waves began to roll over your boat before the one wave most fear had hit the small boat knocking the boat clean from under you. You fell into the cold waving water gasp for air any moment you felt your head peek from the heavy water.

Air was loosing your lungs and hope dimming from your eyes. Your head slowly began to sink under the crushing waves when you felt two large muscular arms wrap around your waist. “Bring me back to deck men!!” A blurred and fogged man’s voice yelled out.