The pitch-black sky was a blanket above crashing waves. The ocean continued to writhe and twist upon itself. And I, against my will, was stuck in the middle of it. I gripped the wheel with force, turning with the waves. The vigorous roar between my will and the waters was an attempt to prevent my ship from capsizing. I would not become trapped in the sarcophagus others would call the sea, a crypt claiming more souls than I could count. I felt sweat drip down my face as I saw the lighthouse in the distance. I was so close to home. Just a little longer. I barely knew the area; I just had to hope and pray I would make it home in one piece and my boat would make it in as few pieces as possible. I swerved repeatedly, seasickness calling out to me like a siren on the rocks. With a lot of luck, I managed to make it to the docks. Pulling my body closer to the creaky wooden floor, I look back to the sea and say solemnly to myself. "It's alive."