The swells are strong and they keep slamming the ship with such relentless force.

At this point in time, we’re crossing a turbulent zone. I had to literally hold on to the railings and walk sideways with my back leaned on the metal pipes and wall. The floor is slippery with water; somewhere is leaking. Watertight doors all over the ship are closing; I hear intermittent alarm bells, cautioning both passengers and crew to stay put and safe. As the ship tips extreme left, everything from the right slid across the floor. Thank god I’ve nothing on the right side of the room except for shoes and my suitcase. I am not seasick as I’ve been through it before on the Other Ship but the movement on this ship scares me. Through the porthole I could hear the fury of the ocean, bellowing, pulling, pushing, swallowing, crashing. It’s as if nature is avenging itself; making its vengeance felt. The ship is at the mercy of the storm.

I pray we’ll navigate to safety.