The dripping of water was incessant. The sound of the rain was so loud and quick that it sounded like a million knives swishing through the air and colliding alike an explosion against the deck. The howling dogs and the screeching of the dammed souls brought by the wind had scared most of the sailors into the cabin. However, the Captain stood firm, spinning the creaking wheel, soaking wet by the rain and iluminated by the light of the roaring thunder that clashed against the foaming wild sea. And I stood afar singing a sweet melody enticing the sea and the sky to be angrier still. And trying for naught to bewitch the lone Captain that challenges firmly the rage of the oceans.