The Storm by Charlie

Like saber tooth tiger teeth, razor-sharp rocks sliced the water, threatening to demolish anything in its path. Towering waves pounded mercilessly on the colossal whaling boat. Suddenly there was a loud snap as the colossal whaler snapped against the rocks. Then it was descending quickly into the darkness below. The crew’s lips turned blue, and their hearts beat faster as they scampered onto the razorsharp rocks. The crumbling lighthouse shone brightly as the lighthouse keeper noticed the whaler.