The water roared over the deck, tugging at all that wasn’t tied down. “You’re mine,” the sailor heard it whisper as it swiped him off his feet and into it’s clutches. The sailor’s deafening scream was muted by the water’s victory cry. The boat swirled into more turmoil each second it remained. “Break, break. I will break you.” It hissed as another wave smothered it. Within an hour the boat was obliterated, bits of it’s planks and packages were strewn about in the clammy hands of the water, waiting to be overcome as well. The water would take care of it, but for now, it was tired. It calmed.