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The eye of the storm starts to range.

Out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, a stranded sailor was cold on memories.
For days at a time, the heat kept rising, and the cold kept dropping.

As the night, grew into the day.
The sailor was parched and famished.
All the fish died from some chemical, and the water was poisend with salt.

Late one night, the boat started to fill with water slowly sinking inch by inch into the eye of the storm.
Waves grew angerily and rosed to flip him over underwater.

Going into a drift dream, the sailor fell into the depths of the ocean, and drowned the sailor having just one last breath. Out of no where, a bright light grew and the waves became calm. The sailor woke up, with no scratch on the boat.

Having just a dream, the storm that came to mind, never happend. Just a fraud. The boat hit land, and the sailor was back home. Living from now on.