I climb out the of the boat, and I am bombarded with a sound so loud my ears pop. This isn’t a battle between another ship, but another world. The sky is lit up like the Gods themselves are arguing.
It reminds me of the storm that ate its way to my little island of nowhere. I wondered how long Mum’s magic would halt the speed? If I didn’t move soon everything would be lost.
I pull the hood of my coat over my head. In the dark, with all this going around me, the crew would think I am my mum. That is my hope anyway. I swallow down my nerves, and zig zag through the frightened faces.
Even pirates have a limit, and they have just reached theirs. They can fight with exceptional bravery, but cannot fight this. One young boy is cowering behind a barrel of rum. Hoping that would protect him from the extreme heat generated from the sky – which looks like it is in flames.
At the port side I finally see my mother. She is at the edge of the railing. Her arms are flung wide, but she is tiring. As I step towards her, she stops, just for a second. She doesn’t even ask who I am. It is as though there is an invisible link between us.
‘We have to go into the storm, you have to persuade Dad to sail directly into it,’ I say. ‘You sent me here, and the future will go on if you try to stop the storm.’
‘We cannot sail into this storm, it will end in our death.’
‘No, this is fear talking. Sometimes we have to be