The waves crash evermore violently against the shore as the storm and the great waters of the oceans swell into a climatic fit as the sky fills with a devilish brew of nature's curse.
The typhoon grows in intensity, as the skies darken the horizon.
Out at sea a yacht and its crew are battling the gale force wind and the rough water of this mysterious storm.
The crew is worried for their fate. One says, "What's happening? Is this the end", as he frantically secures and battens the hatches to keep out the surging waters from swamping the yacht before they can even attempt to survive this life threatening incident...
The skies are getting ever darker as the atmosphere is filling with the ocean's water. The saltwater spray from the gale wind is thick in the air; the deck is soaked in a treacherous mix of seaweed and saltwater making it ever so difficult and dangerous to stay on deck. The bolts of lightening fire up the sky with streaks of charged ions. These powers of nature's vengeance are seeking a target for destruction. As the yacht is bouncing on these enormous waves like a duck in an arcade, the sights of heaven's archers are bearing down on its position. Only time will tell when and if these elements, the forces of nature, will take their toll on the sailors; their lives hang in the balance.
The climate has been changing for years now, with global warming and all; and unexpected storms brew up that never once occurred in such frequency and intensity. Today though, this is not just a storm its much more, its a result of something that was inevitable; but it has been so long in coming that it is now a surprise; it was unexpected today, of all days.
"Why today, when it was just another morning that was like the last; a day that was expected to be one of many until the end..." The yeoman thinks, as he fastens the hatch, his frantic thoughts race through his head like a whorl wind of memories... " Is this the day I die?"
~Flash back in the mind of the sailor; Sitting on the lawn of the family farm, as a kid, playing with Impy, a little beagle puppy, he was just a few weeks old, soft and cuddly. Playing there, not a care in the world, with the sun shinning down, no clouds in the sky, the world was a vague impression of innocuous, but adventurous experiences. The fullness of days were filled with witnessing strange people and events as life proceeded in an endless, arcade like, journey through a labyrinth of experiences amongst a forest of people, the hustle and bustle of the interaction on byways and highways of education and commerce, as a kid you absorb it all. The adults in all these memories were funny creatures, always worrying and anxious about things; like money and what other people where doing, what they were saying, and what they were thinking. They were always guessing at what was happening and how things were going to turn out without discussing and sharing thoughts openly to know just what each other understood was best, true and good; they lied to everyone around them, they even lied to themselves. They taught their kids to lie by their example to be less than civil... They taught them to hide from their feelings and act like sheep in a selfish den of lions that culled out their converts for propagating their diseased mentality of exclusive group memberships of usury. They became slaves to their system society that their ancestors found to take advantage of the less fortunate... Oh, what a tangled web they weaved, that has destroyed the essence of the soul, the pilot of conscience...
~Flash~, the sailor realizes: "Wow, I guess its all the same whether in a catastrophe or a domestic situation we're trained not to look for solutions; but let chaos win, to see what we are told to see without thinking it through for a solution that is real and true and not programed. " What happens to the kid in us that sees life for what it is, an experience that we witness as an opportunity for happiness. When will it be different, better than when you're a kid. Do all kids have the same experience? I guess not, with wars and perverts and killers and such. Where do these creepy people come from? Are all the creepy people from the same family, or are their families related, or is there a creepy gene that has impregnated the human race? Does science, the church, the government have the answer? Why are they letting this craziness persist? Surely, if there was a solution society would seek the repair of their sanity, health and happiness.
~Flash~ another thought of clarity: "Oh no!"; "Society is corrupt and insane; and this is the fault of all the craziness! " I think I got it!; that's why they don't do anything about correcting the trouble, they are the source of it. The whole of society is delusional and thinks that the way they act is normal and right. " How depressing and discouraging for kids that will be dragged down depression lane by a sick society that has no conscience for correcting its own error."
!!!Crash Bang Boom!!! a bolt of lightning hits the ship and blows it away in millions of pieces and the yeoman's thoughts are ever forgotten, sweep away into the ether of space never to be heard; like the dreams we sense of another world as we sleep each night before the dawn of day to forget yet another chance to change our ways...