With the slow, groaning thunder of splintering wood and shearing metal, the ship struck ground on the rocks. With a final shudder, it listed about 45 degrees and came to rest. The crew that hadn't fallen into the sea jumped in, lest the heavy weight of the broken hull give way and swallow them or crush them.
The miracle to be known later was that no hands were lost - though many were battered and bruised. And if it were not apparent then, it would become known that a crew who'd weathered such a storm - and ultimate wreck - together, would remain a crew in spirit forever.
And so it was that a new ship would sail, with a crew seasoned by water and fire - ready to take on whatever new adventures beckoned on the horizon. The open seas would know the steadfast hope of sailors undaunted by calamity.
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