These waves and tides have grown in strength and size.

Is it nature or divine, or a blessing in disguise?

Our home's in sight. This storm's our final fight.

"There's no time to die. Comrades?"

"SIR!"

"Brace for a storm, storm — the likes of which we've never seen before! Brace for a storm, storm — with home so close, we must keep pushing forward!"

"Full speed ahead!"

I pointed toward the island. "Head towards the island, but avoid the crashing waves. Tread where the tide is flat and then you will be safe."

Eurylochus grabbed my arm. "Captain, we will capsize with these waves. Our fleet will fail."

"Have them follow my ship. I'll ensure that we prevail."

"Storm, storm!" my crew chanted.

"We're taking too much damage to survive!" Eurylochus shouted.

"We'll beat this storm, storm!"

"At this rate, we won't make it out alive!"

Then —

"Captain, look!"

We both turned.

An island in the sky.

"Eurylochus, grab the harpoons. As many as you can find."

"What do you have in mind?"

"We're gonna shoot for the sky."

"WHAT?!"

"STORM, STORM! Everyone grab a harpoon and aim it HIGH! Storm, storm — we're shooting for the island in the sky! IN THE SKY!"

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[Haiku]

An island above

Harpoons aimed at clouds above

We shoot for the sky

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