Bang Bang Bang!
Powerful waves crashed against the ship, and a few bolts of lightning struck it, but there was barely a shake from it.
It is a glorious scene, that I am watching with a big smile on my face.
It had been twelve days since the start of the voyage, and it was the second storm. The last one was smaller than this; this one was bigger and more powerful.
One woman, a couple of suits down, is painting the whole scene; she seemed quite engrossed in it, seeing nothing but canvas and storm around me.
"Amazing, isn't it?" asked the blue crystal-skin middle-aged man on the balcony beside mine. "It is that I wish I could go outside," I replied and the smile on my face became bigger.
"I really wish, we could," he said, with a hint of regret.
