The First Storm
Fin holds the rope against the wild sea
We were sailing for three days on water.
On the fourth night, dark clouds filled the sky.
The was blowing hard against the sails.
Big waves were hitting the sides of the ship.
"A storm is coming!" the captain shouted loudly.
The sailors were running across the wet .
Rain was falling fast, and I could not see well.
My hands were shaking as I held a .
" the , Fin!" Bran shouted beside me.
I was pulling with all my small strength.
The ship was rolling from side to side.
A huge crashed over the front .
I fell down, but I stood up again quickly.
"Do not let go!" the captain called to us.
We were working together against the wild sea.
My arms hurt, but I held the .
was flashing high above the tall .
I was , but I did not run away.
Slowly, the became weaker and weaker.
The waves grew smaller as the night went on.
At dawn, the storm finally passed away.
The sky turned soft and pink above us.
"You did well tonight, Fin," the captain said.
For the first time, I felt like a real sailor.