Salty air kissed against Sherlock's pale face. With one hand holding the beam of the sail and his toes propped up on his left foot, ocean colored eyes gazed out from his binoculars, searching for anything else to fascinate him and to cure his boredom. "Hmm..." He rested this binoculars against his chest, the strap connected around his neck, and walked back to the wheel to change course. "Well, look at that." He raised his scopes once again to gaze at an angry cloud looming in the horizon. "This will be fun." His smile brightened as he turned to raise the white sails and accepted the storm's challenge. Thunder boomed ahead, giving Sherlock one more chance to turn back. But the explorer refused. With joy plastered on his face, he watched waves starting to form. They started to splash against the sides of Sherlock's trusty boat, causing it to sway harder on the sea water.
"Shit!" He soon regretted on taking the storm's challenge and saw that a wave was coming at the front of the boat. He felt this was the last time he would see the beauty of the sea, and closed his eyes, accepting his fate