Written for https://lindaghill.com/author/lindaghill/ for JustJoJanuary7th. The noun tempest is her word for today.

A tempest of terror surrounded the ocean, as its waves crashed and foamed at the mouth. A small beacon of light surged through the anger to find a little ship, with a blue helm. It attempted to stay upright, but as the rain lunged down it was pushed side to side, like it was made out of wafer thin paper.
It allowed the beam of light to steer it around the rocks and to the shore. Safe, in the lighthouse made for two, the captain drank her sweet tea, and hoped she would be able to sail again once the storm had settled.
This is brilliant! Loved it! ❤
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