The storm is intense, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as we scramble to keep the boat from capsizing. The super yacht is rocking back and forth violently, and I can hear the sound of crashing waves and howling wind all around us.
I cling onto the railing with all my strength, trying to stay upright as the boat tilts precariously. Milo is beside me, his face a mask of determination as he works to secure the ship. "Keep holding on, Amy!" he shouts over the wind. "We can make it through this!" I nod, trying to steady my breathing as I focus on keeping my grip on the railing. I can feel the salt spray hitting my face, and my hair is whipped around by the wind.
