The vortex finally touched the raging sea from up above. The waves bashed against the ship and the water flowed upon the deck like a lake. The long white sails battered in the wind, which grew stronger as the ship neared the storm. One of the three sails tore off from its mast and flung towards the endless mass of swirling gray. The bowsprit was the first to enter and the wind yanked the rest in.
The ship blindly traversed the darkness. It lost hope when its masts smashed upon the wooden deck. The ship’s hull was barely intact. The winds picked up the ship and flung it chaotically. The ship would fill with water. However, the wind and waves would force it above water, and the water would empty from it.
The ship smashed into the glistening water of the eye. It glided over to an island barely inhabited. It docked in the bay with great relief. Then, the ship toppled over and spilled all of the cargo onto the shor