[A series of uncertainties - the cold smell of ozone like rain gathering, the uneven chop of an ocean getting ready to turn from manageable to dangerous. There's a sensation of rising, of falling, the uneven buoyancy and a small wooden boat slashing through deep, dark, dangerous water--
Spray across the bow, the small craft shivering against the slap along its side. There's a nauseating moment of fear, the certainty that the little boat might turn or begin to take on water. But then, the sensation of two bodies throwing their weight in tandem. The bow of the speedy little craft comes up, rocking hard on the other axis to follow the well-timed wrench of their weight.
Can you keep ahead of a storm? How much is skill and how much is just plain, stupid luck?]
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Spray across the bow, the small craft shivering against the slap along its side. There's a nauseating moment of fear, the certainty that the little boat might turn or begin to take on water. But then, the sensation of two bodies throwing their weight in tandem. The bow of the speedy little craft comes up, rocking hard on the other axis to follow the well-timed wrench of their weight.
Can you keep ahead of a storm? How much is skill and how much is just plain, stupid luck?]
( I don't know. But they might. )