The sea is angry,
mimicking fists,
huge waves slam against her sides,
propelled by wind, lending a hand
to increase its fury.
Every rib of her meaty
frame creaks with each
new wave. She holds strong
against the onslaught, determined
to win this war against natures
uprising.
Lightning flashes, thunder voices
its displeasure as to urge the
sea to greater heights.
She stands fast, hours pass,
she is battered, yet,
still she floats.
Finally, the sea is spent,
its fury tamed, now lies quietly,
this ship of war continues on
victorious against natures wrath.
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