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Neverever Storm is one of the few things I feared. The horrible reality that the water doesn't like us, not like I loved it, we are inferior to it. I'd been sailing for 14 years when we met. I didn't think I'd ever get to see it. I didn't want to.
The day I met was the greatest day of my life; not because of the storm, far from it, because of everything else.
My family were with me. The first time in five years, I could see my children again, even though I didn't love my wife like I once did, for that day, just seeing my children and being with them, it felt like I did.
I showed them the boat - I'd worked 4 years to get it, but until then, felt unused and neglected. Until my children saw it, it was simply worthless wood, wasting away, when I went out in it, I didn't feel like it deserved to, but that day, I did.
Then I met it. Neverever Storm. I didn't think it existed, but even with that thought in my mind it scared me; 40 people died in a year thanks to it, I didn't want to be just another statistic. I thought it was just incompetent people, not knowing what to do and everything ending in tragedy. Maybe it was. But it exists. It exists in my mind. In my tears. In my dreams. In my eyes. It exists all around me; gruesome waves constantly scarring my mind with its pure hatred for everything. It's a killer like no other. It's not a creature, no god would give such an evil thing solid form, it simply drift around, searching for victims, taking lives, laughing at those who fall at it's feet.
But no matter how perfect that day was, part of that day was, I'll remember it for all the wrong reasons. I went out with my children. They loved it; waves slowly enticing me further into the Ocean, seagulls happily passing overhead and the boat slowly swaying from side to side. Then I saw it. It was massive, god-like, almost as if the ground itself had risen and stared me in the face. I told them to get into the bottom of the boat. All we could do is stay in the boat and hope. As I closed the door leading to the top of the boat, I could see it falling; slowly coming towards me, blocking any piece of light that was there and plunging the entire Ocean into darkness.
In that boat were the only things that mattered to me; my children and my wife. The boat started to viciously rock from side to side, my children fell to the ground, they began to scream. I'll never forget that sound; tears swelled in my eyes, I could hardly breath, I was going to die.
The boat threw my child onto the side, impaling him onto the sharp, metal shelf. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. The blood kept spilling. The screams got louder. It was never going to stop. It still hasn't. I can see it now. My wife was in tears. Then we hit something. It must have been a rock, or maybe it was Neverever Storm itself; engulfing the boat in water and destroying it, bit by bit. Water began to stream through the walls, getting redder and redder from the blood, I couldn't move. My other child disappeared, falling into the unforgiving Ocean below. It was so deep. It must have gone on forever. In one day, my life fell apart. Thanks to Neverever Storm.
I awoke soon after, I didn't know where I was, I still don't. I was just afloat on what was my boat, now it was no where to be seen, just dismembered parts that littered the water. I don't know what happened to my wife. She's probably dead. My children are. Inside, so am I.
I just float on. Float on. Remember that perfect day. Crying. Dying. Cursing. Neverever Storm did this. Neverever Storm destroyed me, my life, my world. I will die soon. I don't know how; lack of food, drowning, who knows. But I will. Then I'll be free. Free of Neverever Storm. Free forever...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
The day I met was the greatest day of my life; not because of the storm, far from it, because of everything else.
My family were with me. The first time in five years, I could see my children again, even though I didn't love my wife like I once did, for that day, just seeing my children and being with them, it felt like I did.
I showed them the boat - I'd worked 4 years to get it, but until then, felt unused and neglected. Until my children saw it, it was simply worthless wood, wasting away, when I went out in it, I didn't feel like it deserved to, but that day, I did.
Then I met it. Neverever Storm. I didn't think it existed, but even with that thought in my mind it scared me; 40 people died in a year thanks to it, I didn't want to be just another statistic. I thought it was just incompetent people, not knowing what to do and everything ending in tragedy. Maybe it was. But it exists. It exists in my mind. In my tears. In my dreams. In my eyes. It exists all around me; gruesome waves constantly scarring my mind with its pure hatred for everything. It's a killer like no other. It's not a creature, no god would give such an evil thing solid form, it simply drift around, searching for victims, taking lives, laughing at those who fall at it's feet.
But no matter how perfect that day was, part of that day was, I'll remember it for all the wrong reasons. I went out with my children. They loved it; waves slowly enticing me further into the Ocean, seagulls happily passing overhead and the boat slowly swaying from side to side. Then I saw it. It was massive, god-like, almost as if the ground itself had risen and stared me in the face. I told them to get into the bottom of the boat. All we could do is stay in the boat and hope. As I closed the door leading to the top of the boat, I could see it falling; slowly coming towards me, blocking any piece of light that was there and plunging the entire Ocean into darkness.
In that boat were the only things that mattered to me; my children and my wife. The boat started to viciously rock from side to side, my children fell to the ground, they began to scream. I'll never forget that sound; tears swelled in my eyes, I could hardly breath, I was going to die.
The boat threw my child onto the side, impaling him onto the sharp, metal shelf. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. The blood kept spilling. The screams got louder. It was never going to stop. It still hasn't. I can see it now. My wife was in tears. Then we hit something. It must have been a rock, or maybe it was Neverever Storm itself; engulfing the boat in water and destroying it, bit by bit. Water began to stream through the walls, getting redder and redder from the blood, I couldn't move. My other child disappeared, falling into the unforgiving Ocean below. It was so deep. It must have gone on forever. In one day, my life fell apart. Thanks to Neverever Storm.
I awoke soon after, I didn't know where I was, I still don't. I was just afloat on what was my boat, now it was no where to be seen, just dismembered parts that littered the water. I don't know what happened to my wife. She's probably dead. My children are. Inside, so am I.
I just float on. Float on. Remember that perfect day. Crying. Dying. Cursing. Neverever Storm did this. Neverever Storm destroyed me, my life, my world. I will die soon. I don't know how; lack of food, drowning, who knows. But I will. Then I'll be free. Free of Neverever Storm. Free forever...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
Nah, I just made it, and thanks.
Is the "Neverever Storm" a real term in sailing circles?
Excellent tale by the way.
Excellent tale by the way.
Neverever Storm is one of the few things I feared. The horrible reality that the water doesn't like us, not like I loved it, we are inferior to it. I'd been sailing for 14 years when we met. I didn't think I'd ever get to see it. I didn't want to.
The day I met was the greatest day of my life; not because of the storm, far from it, because of everything else.
My family were with me. The first time in five years, I could see my children again, even though I didn't love my wife like I once did, for that day, just seeing my children and being with them, it felt like I did.
I showed them the boat - I'd worked 4 years to get it, but until then, felt unused and neglected. Until my children saw it, it was simply worthless wood, wasting away, when I went out in it, I didn't feel like it deserved to, but that day, I did.
Then I met it. Neverever Storm. I didn't think it existed, but even with that thought in my mind it scared me; 40 people died in a year thanks to it, I didn't want to be just another statistic. I thought it was just incompetent people, not knowing what to do and everything ending in tragedy. Maybe it was. But it exists. It exists in my mind. In my tears. In my dreams. In my eyes. It exists all around me; gruesome waves constantly scarring my mind with its pure hatred for everything. It's a killer like no other. It's not a creature, no god would give such an evil thing solid form, it simply drift around, searching for victims, taking lives, laughing at those who fall at it's feet.
But no matter how perfect that day was, part of that day was, I'll remember it for all the wrong reasons. I went out with my children. They loved it; waves slowly enticing me further into the Ocean, seagulls happily passing overhead and the boat slowly swaying from side to side. Then I saw it. It was massive, god-like, almost as if the ground itself had risen and stared me in the face. I told them to get into the bottom of the boat. All we could do is stay in the boat and hope. As I closed the door leading to the top of the boat, I could see it falling; slowly coming towards me, blocking any piece of light that was there and plunging the entire Ocean into darkness.
In that boat were the only things that mattered to me; my children and my wife. The boat started to viciously rock from side to side, my children fell to the ground, they began to scream. I'll never forget that sound; tears swelled in my eyes, I could hardly breath, I was going to die.
The boat threw my child onto the side, impaling him onto the sharp, metal shelf. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. The blood kept spilling. The screams got louder. It was never going to stop. It still hasn't. I can see it now. My wife was in tears. Then we hit something. It must have been a rock, or maybe it was Neverever Storm itself; engulfing the boat in water and destroying it, bit by bit. Water began to stream through the walls, getting redder and redder from the blood, I couldn't move. My other child disappeared, falling into the unforgiving Ocean below. It was so deep. It must have gone on forever. In one day, my life fell apart. Thanks to Neverever Storm.
I awoke soon after, I didn't know where I was, I still don't. I was just afloat on what was my boat, now it was no where to be seen, just dismembered parts that littered the water. I don't know what happened to my wife. She's probably dead. My children are. Inside, so am I.
I just float on. Float on. Remember that perfect day. Crying. Dying. Cursing. Neverever Storm did this. Neverever Storm destroyed me, my life, my world. I will die soon. I don't know how; lack of food, drowning, who knows. But I will. Then I'll be free. Free of Neverever Storm. Free forever...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS
The day I met was the greatest day of my life; not because of the storm, far from it, because of everything else.
My family were with me. The first time in five years, I could see my children again, even though I didn't love my wife like I once did, for that day, just seeing my children and being with them, it felt like I did.
I showed them the boat - I'd worked 4 years to get it, but until then, felt unused and neglected. Until my children saw it, it was simply worthless wood, wasting away, when I went out in it, I didn't feel like it deserved to, but that day, I did.
Then I met it. Neverever Storm. I didn't think it existed, but even with that thought in my mind it scared me; 40 people died in a year thanks to it, I didn't want to be just another statistic. I thought it was just incompetent people, not knowing what to do and everything ending in tragedy. Maybe it was. But it exists. It exists in my mind. In my tears. In my dreams. In my eyes. It exists all around me; gruesome waves constantly scarring my mind with its pure hatred for everything. It's a killer like no other. It's not a creature, no god would give such an evil thing solid form, it simply drift around, searching for victims, taking lives, laughing at those who fall at it's feet.
But no matter how perfect that day was, part of that day was, I'll remember it for all the wrong reasons. I went out with my children. They loved it; waves slowly enticing me further into the Ocean, seagulls happily passing overhead and the boat slowly swaying from side to side. Then I saw it. It was massive, god-like, almost as if the ground itself had risen and stared me in the face. I told them to get into the bottom of the boat. All we could do is stay in the boat and hope. As I closed the door leading to the top of the boat, I could see it falling; slowly coming towards me, blocking any piece of light that was there and plunging the entire Ocean into darkness.
In that boat were the only things that mattered to me; my children and my wife. The boat started to viciously rock from side to side, my children fell to the ground, they began to scream. I'll never forget that sound; tears swelled in my eyes, I could hardly breath, I was going to die.
The boat threw my child onto the side, impaling him onto the sharp, metal shelf. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. The blood kept spilling. The screams got louder. It was never going to stop. It still hasn't. I can see it now. My wife was in tears. Then we hit something. It must have been a rock, or maybe it was Neverever Storm itself; engulfing the boat in water and destroying it, bit by bit. Water began to stream through the walls, getting redder and redder from the blood, I couldn't move. My other child disappeared, falling into the unforgiving Ocean below. It was so deep. It must have gone on forever. In one day, my life fell apart. Thanks to Neverever Storm.
I awoke soon after, I didn't know where I was, I still don't. I was just afloat on what was my boat, now it was no where to be seen, just dismembered parts that littered the water. I don't know what happened to my wife. She's probably dead. My children are. Inside, so am I.
I just float on. Float on. Remember that perfect day. Crying. Dying. Cursing. Neverever Storm did this. Neverever Storm destroyed me, my life, my world. I will die soon. I don't know how; lack of food, drowning, who knows. But I will. Then I'll be free. Free of Neverever Storm. Free forever...
Thanks for reading
RiCkOsS