Storm clouds draw dark shapes in the sky, while the seemingly endless sea thirsts for an adventurous spectacle. An aquatic smoke rises, the angry sea whips the water against my boat, and each wave seems to want to swallow me with the next breath. The thunderstorm challenges me to a competition. The fiery scent of its breath hits me and tells me bluntly that I am completely on my own.

I rear up, looking him straight in the eyes, the blood rushing in my ears. I turn the rudder, trusting my instincts and feeling a heroic strength rise within me. It combines with the clarity of my mind and allows me to transform this fight until it is nothing more than a challenge.