The tiny boat rocked precariously, threatening to dump its
precious cargo overboard.
“Hold fast!” Argus yelled, his hand hard on the rudder,
desperately trying to steer their way across the waves. Each crest seemed
impossible higher than the last.
A bright flash frightened Siobhan, who clung more tightly to
her treasure. It was solid black after, leaving a bright pink afterglow in her
vision. Blinking, she made out a shape as well.
“There, Argus. Did you see it? To port.”
He groaned and another flash revealed the strain on his face
but they were safely at the castle.
“Shush, Stephan.”
That's just my take on this lovely picture. There are many more on the blog.
