I am the only person on an otherwise deserted cruise ship looking out upon the Ocean as I drifted at the mercy of El Nino. At least that is what I thought when I allowed my imagination to run away with me, the truth was that this deck of the ship seemed to be rarely used; in the week I had been aboard I had seen only one other person here and that was a ship steward rushing to get from one location to another, giving me a quick “Morning sir” as he rushed past.
I had quickly grown to like this place, an Oasis of isolation in a quagmire of hustle and bustle that comes with having around 2000 people crammed into a relatively small space. Here I could look out upon the Ocean and daydream. Today I was looking out over the starboard side, there was no real rhyme or reason to which direction I looked, sometimes starboard, sometime port, although never towards the back, I always found the churned wake of the ship to be distracting to take away from the isolated feel.
Storm clouds threatened in the distance, I could see as we moved forward that we would be entering a storm of some kind, the clouds were fat and heavy, burdened by their bulging bellies of rain and even though the surface of the water was calm I knew that could possibly change in the space of minutes as winds could whip the liquid up to a frothing mass of destruction.
Even now I could feel it in the air, that electric charge before a storm; small needles of rain soaked the deck a short distance from my shelter under the promenade. wrapping my coat around me I poured some hot coffee from my flask into the mug that I had brought along with me, I cradled it in my hands leeching the heat off of it into my skin as I felt the boat rise and fall… it was here, the storm had arrived.
Do you get anything from this picture? Is it just a bit meh for you or do you find something rich and interesting in it? Please share your thoughts either way.