The STORM CHILD

In the distance lay torment - dark, brooding, full of violent intent. The sky threw smears of deep grey into the churning ocean. A direct hit was inevitable.

The skies darkened to a leaden vortex, the whipping winds howling through the whistling wires. White water raged, baring its rictus grin as gravity abandoned us to the roulette of survival.

Written for ‘The Deadliest Catch’, This is the story of The Storm Child.