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ARRIVAL

           The boat pitched from side to side violently in the wind.  The tempest was all around and it brought with it the full force of its fury.  Rain fell in huge droplets and was whipped in all directions by powerful gusts, slapping into the face of the open sea like a glove that signified the start of a duel.
            The sea, as if in answer to the storm’s challenge, rose up.  The waves were tremendous in their height, and fell with such incredible force that the earth shook in response to the ocean’s anger at not being able to reach the storm.  The little boat managed to stay on top of the waves as they rose and crashed, but it wouldn’t last long in this primal battle between to of nature’s most powerful forces.
             Steering the boat was a single man.  He wore only a suit of linen underclothes that clung to his body from all the water.  While his hands were working, rigorously, to keep his vessel on course, his burning blue eyes never left the small, shadow of land in the distance. 
            Lightning ripped through the sky, striking the small boat’s mast.  Immediately, a blaze roared up, quickly travelling down the mast to the rest of the vessel.  The young man looked up at the sky, then out to the sea.  He watched the tempest’s rains buffet the flames with drops as thick as stones; he saw the turbulent sea water spill into the boat, completely submerging some of the flame; but all of this was to no avail.  The fire would not be satisfied until it had claimed the boat.
             “So, this island really is accursed,” the young man thought to himself as he looked down upon his suit of armor, shield and his broad sword in its scabbard; all lain side by side.  He had no time to linger, and so he quickly picked up the broad sword and strapped it to his back.  Then he made his way to the prow of the small cruiser. 
            “Nevertheless, there is work to be done,” he thought.  And with that, he dove into the tempestuous sea, the smallest hint of a smile on his face.


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