The Pheonix

May 14th 1984
That day will rip at my soul forever...
I thought the sky would stay blue, and I thought the sea would shimmer with the sun. I thought that there was still hope on a day like this, and I thought we would be safe. But the problem is I think to much, and I don't face the facts. Suddenly, dark clouds wrap around the sky and the once turquoise water turns as black as ink. Thunder like bomb shells cascade throughout the sky and waves like roller coasters crash and spin. The faint sound of footsteps scurry across the deck and the screams and shouts of the crew are gulped up by the wind. Then wails and shrieks run across the boat as most of the crew and I climb up the sails to hold the ringing. I look across to the once seen horizon to see what the whole crew had dreaded. A huge wave about the size of the sky tower and 7 times the length of a football field. I look down to see the crew on the deck either strapping down supplies, clutching the side of the ship, running into cabins or gripping at the steering wheel. And I realized there was no other way to survive this. We had to run up the wave. The wind hurdled at the ship sending it rushing up the wave at full speed, then boom! We went flying over the wave. The last thing I remember was water spraying against my face. Then it turned black.
I ended up laying face down in the sand surrounded by the rest of the crew. I pushed myself up onto my knees and fell flat on my back and just laid there in a daze. To this day it is still a mystery how the whole crew had survived such a horrific event. And that was the my mystery of The Phoenix.