Five-minute Fiction - 01:00-01:05
Thrugood dropped to the deck of the ship and scuttled to the operated gunwale. The boat rocked borne on the brunt of the churning mass of water.
Around him men scrambled searching for some refuge from the downpour. Few had appropriate gear for the weather, but none complained. They kept their heads down and secured themselves to the available safety lines.
The boat rocked again pitched laterally across the large river. The churning water held the boat in a steel like grip. White foam fingers stretched along the side of the boat. Reaching, stretching, grasping