(Keira P.O.V)
My blonde braid whipped back in the wind as I stand at the helm.
"Get that sail down!" I yell at my crew over the roar of the storm. They scurried around the deck, following their captain's orders. The wind and rain threaten us to slip, but we held our ground. Although our numbers and ship were small, we can brave this storm. I keep the wheel steady with my hands as we head into the eye of the storm. We are too far in to out run this storm out.
"Captain!" a man's voice yelled. I look up to the crow's nest and follow his finger to where he was pointing to; my face fell into despair. A few miles behind us, a wave as tall as our ship was speeding towards us. I turn back to my crew.
"BELAY THAT LAST ORDER AND GET THAT SAIL UP AGAIN!" I scream at them, hearing the desperation in my voice. My crew looked at me, confused. Then they saw the big tsunami racing towards us. They ran about the deck again, having a new purpose. Soon enough, the sail was up again, taking on renewed wind and speed, but it was too late. If I've seen the wave sooner, we would've been able to avoid it. But now we were in the danger zone. The top curve was over our heads and in seconds, we will be completely engulfed.
"Hold onto something!" I scream as the wave descended on us. My crew will not be scattered, they had safety ropes tied around their waist, while I had none. I hold onto the wheel for dear life and water surged around me. I hold my breath and open my eyes. The ship was completely submerged but will not take on water. We plugged her up too well for the water to find a way in. It will rise out soon, but my hold was slipping and I knew the current will take me away. All was calm under water, although the cold was suffocating. I finally let go and floated away from my ship and crew. My heart ache by my loss, but if I die today, I can watch over my ship and crew in Davy Jones. The idea comforted me as I said a silent goodbye to my life's treasures… but I will not go down without a fight. I guess you can say I got it from my pirate life. I kick my legs until I break the surface. The waves thrash me around without any glee. I try to stay above the water, but the waves drag me down. I am now certain I am going to die. I'm so tired and I know I'm going to pass out soon. I use the last of my strength to scream "help!" but I knew it was hopeless. I go down, unable to move. It was so calm underwater. This is an okay place to die. I close my eyes to wait for the end. I feel a tug upwards. So is this is how it feels to die?