Rise to the Top

It was time to set sail and Evangeline was terrified for one horrible moment that the boat would not be strong enough to hold them.

But as they stepped on it, the boat rocked violently beneath them, but it was steady enough.

Sereia couldn't help but clap her hands together in a small celebration of victory.

~~~~~

The waves were relentless as they tossed them in every direction like they were nothing but a flimsy piece of driftwood.

Saltwater splashed into Evangeline's face, soaking her through and burning her throat with every gasp.

She clenched the wooden railing, her knuckles turning white as another wave crashed against them. The boat tilted at a dangerous angle.

It was utterly horrible and terrifying.

"We're going to die," Sereia groaned, gripping the mast for dear life. "I can feel it."

Anakin, ever the optimist, held onto the rudder firmly. "Not today."