Storm to end all storms
It was around this time last year when a young man made a very poor choice. Above is a graphic representation of all hell breaking loose. Winds exceeding 30 knots, and waves in excess of fifteen feet.
John Milton picturing Satan’s first view of hell,
Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave–/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,–/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.