DESTINY 

By Tessa Harvey


    The storm was a living fury, raging and terrible. Crashing thunder, monstrous winds made their convergent sound horrendous.
    People huddled together in their cabins in families or with friends. The crew, clinging to rails, tried hard to look after everyone, but most of all to look after the ship, their haven. Many sought God as an anchor, clinging to hope.
    Then the crew became aware of something they had all feared. The anchor, facing  the tempest head-on was slowly, unwillingly it seemed, beginning to yield, to give ground. Some passengers sensed the anchor dragging, but kept it to themselves so as not to frighten others.
    But, inexorably it gave ground, slewing the stricken ship sideways. A grinding, groaning noise was added to the cacophony. 
    The passengers and most of the crew assembled in the dining room. The captain prayed. Then the storm stopped. But it was a temporary lull, the eye of the storm.
    Quickly the order to evacuate came and lifeboats were lowered. As dawn lit the sky, all could see a large wooded island. Could they reach safety before the rest of the storm?


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