Arrival at Illyria

As we cruised through the crystal water, rippling waves lapped against the sides of the boat. The picturesque beauty of the Adriatic Illyria stunned the passengers and crew. The serene atmosphere around the sailing was tranquil and still. The cloudless sky was calm, silent and sapphire blue.

Moments later, the ocean began to lurch and tremble. The skies were painted black with ominous dark clouds. As the wind speed began to grow, it started to whistle through the woodwork and howl in the heavens. The rippling waters grew into a monstrous beast ready to swallow the vessel. The boat began to rock dangerously.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous bang followed by a knife of light that sliced the heavens in two. Then the rain blanketed the boat as the waves towered above. As the inky depths rose into a wave, it battered the side of the boat drowning it in water. All of a sudden, the deadly seas tipped the boat. Then devoured the vessel. After hours in the water, I finally clambered onto the shore.

The last I saw of my sister she was battling to survive in the water...