Storm clouds have been gathering for several hours,and the ship’s captain knew they were in trouble. ‘Several hours earlier’. It had been an extraordinary day, the sky as blue as the ocean , the ocean as flat as a pancake it was like heaven really. The smell of freshly opened alcohol filled the air around the colossal 25 million dollar yacht. A booming sound of 80s hit music stretched across the sea. On the boat were 5 men dancing and singing as happy as can be. Nothing could go wrong.
A long way away in the vast distance in the sky lay one cloud. This cloud was an almost perfect cloud. His edges were perfectly rounded like a camel’s hump. His colour was a perfect bold white. His name was Rodger. The leader of all clouds the most amazing most incredible most prevailing cloud in the sky. Strolling high and proud in the never ending sky he catches a small glimpse of the yacht streaming across the ocean. He spots many alcohol bottles being dropped and becomes furious.
Back on the boat the men spot and dark fuming cloud heading towards the boat. A dramatic feeling of cold wind swiftly drifts past the men’s body skimming their hairs. In a flash a gigantic outstretched black cloud filled the men’s delegate eyes. A demanding swell begins brew in the ocean waves growing with great speed becoming as big as the Eiffel Tower. The mean trembling with shock sprung into action grabbing the wheel as drunk as can be trying to get out of this terrible situation. It was a nightmare nothing went right.
Roger the happy cloud turning into an inflamed fuming cloud gathering with lighting. The sound of Rogers shockwave like roars spread around the surrounding ocean. Rodger using the power of the elements played with the boat like a kid with a toy. Squealing was pathetic sound of the humans on the boat making no change to Rodgers mind. Oil spreading into the surrounding waters made him even more inflamed in anger.
Zooming back and forth across the walls of the inside of the boat were the men agonising in pain having no hope of making out alive. The dreadful smell of oil gathered inside the humans nostrils. The rocks in the vast distance watched in disappointment as they knew what the humans had done and are disgraced by their behaviour.The men had now realised their big mistake of littering in the ocean and will now pay the consequences. Suddenly all terror stopped. The devouring waves vanished like magic. The cloud had shot back to the happy white cloud it had once been. Rodger has been happy the humans had now learnt their lesson. The relaxing smell of light salt in the air and the glaring beautiful sun sprung back into action.
Frozen were the humans in disbelief. The only sound the light breath from their mouth, their eyes as open as a door. This was a dream.
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