A/N- Just a short English assignment I thought I'd post. Thanks for reading and enjoy! All reviews are greatly appreciated.
The wind whipped at his thick, fiery red hair as his tall, muscular figure leaned against the rail of the Mayflower, the red of the rising sun reflecting off the gold flecks in his deep green eyes, his eyebrows creased with worry.
"Red at night, sailors' delight, red at morning, sailors take warning," he thought to himself. This was not good. This was bad. This was very bad.
He wasn't about to let some storm stop him from getting to India, from getting that herb back home to save the love of his life. He needed to be strong. For her.
Sailors began to secure the deck, tightening the sails to the thick, cedar masts. His actions were firm, determination in his every move. They were going to get through this. He was going to get through this. She was going to be okay. She had to be.
The storm clouds rolled in sometime in the afternoon, their preparations put to the test all too soon.
The ferocious waves thrashed against the grand wooden hull, threatening to swallow its passengers whole. The sky threw mighty lightening bolts at the sea around them, Mother Nature daring them to question her strength. The last thing he saw was the tip of the mast hurtling down towards him. Then there was nothing.
When he awoke, the first thing he was aware of was a dull throb running through the entirety of his body. That was when a sigh of relief escaped him. He was alive. She was going to be okay. They were going to be happy. As long as the Mayflower got to India. As long as he got his hands on that herb.