Gigantic waves crashed over the side of the large sail boat, no land within hundreds of miles. It was pushed and pulled, through and over, and into the water. The wind roared as the rain pelted the small crew. The sail was pushed, in any different direction the wind demanded, the men had no control over in. Lightning struck into the water all around them, one after another, in quick succession, thunder seeming to never stop. It was as though the weather was out the sink them, and they were trying their hardest to stop it. Desmond pulled the wheel, pushing his brown hair out of his eyes, regretting making sail that day. He had been told against it. That the weather would not permit a say voyage. He hadn't listened. Sailing was a passion, really anything to do with the ocean was. Swimming, surfing, really any water sport, he'd done them all. This was just going to be one more thing on his list, and now it didn't seem as though he was going to survive it. The wheel pushed against him hard, before turning through his hand. The sail whipped over his head, and then aloud crack could be heard. Lightning, had hit the mast, and it was now falling down towards him. He jumped out of the way, but as the mast fell into the water, it seemed to pull the back of the boat down with it. Desmond rushed to the front, to stay out of the water as long as possible. He looked at the two friends, regretting it, for seeing the fear on their faces. They weren't going to make it, and it was all Desmond's fault. If he hadn't been so arrogant in his abilities, they would have just stayed in port for another week at the most. He grasp their hands, as the boat was almost engulfed by water. He looked at them, tears only hidden by the rain, "I'm sorry." The boat flipped and they were all sinking down into the ocean.