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"Submersion " by catchinglights
He should have stayed on the mainland. The moon was high in the sky, although Levi had no way of knowing that with the swirling dark clouds obscuring any source of light, sans the occasional bolt of lightning that pierced across the rolling cloudscape. The Zafara was clinging desperately to the mast of his sailboat. Roaring winds thrashed at sails Levi lacked the strength to pull in, and heavy waves rolled beneath the creaking wood beneath his feet. Everyone had warned Levi that a storm was brewing off the coast: the newspaper, the townsfolk in the harbor town from whence he had shoved off, even the frail old Eyrie who lived in the lighthouse overlooking the coast.“Are you sure you want to go out, lad? This is looking to be the worst storm I’ve ever seen,” he had warned. And Levi had said yes. His work on Roo Island was finally done, and he was eager to get back home. Communication had been scarce. Levi missed his family. Roo Island was not too terribly far from Brightvale, he reasoned. With the wind at his back, he would make it home within a day. So, he said yes. He should have said no. He should have stayed on the mainland.

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