The ocean roared.

  The sky was engulfed by dark blue cumulonimbus clouds. Thunder and lighting rippled within them, flashes of light was the only mark of their existence.

  Rain hailed down, dispersing into the crashing waves. The downpour was heavy to the point where if one reached their hand out, they wouldn't be able to see it..

  The waves rose into the sky, trying to reach for the heavens above.

  And within the center point of this was a lone fishing boat. The waves crashed against it, causing the metal to bend and scream. The rain thudded against the glass, each hit was another tick lost before the glass broke. Water leaked from under the door to the captain’s den.

  The ship…

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  The ship wouldn't survive, it was not alive, but it knew. The ship would be consumed by the sea, reaping it for what it has taken. Fulfilling the cycle of life.

  A small prayer was spoken. A wave rippled, and slowly built up from a small ripple to a wall of water – casting the ship in a shadow.

  Then the boat’s world was filled with a force of hundreds pounds crashing down, and the water that made up that weight. It capsized, and began to sink.

  Slowly, slowly sinking down, slowly… slowly water filled the body, slowly losing one's consciousness.

  Then darkness comes, the fishing rod, gone, and finally death.

  “Cold–”

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  “Hot!”