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Christal

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It was a dark night and the ship was rocking furiously as the waves crashed against it. The crew was frantically running about. They were trying to hold on &amp; control the sails to keep them from being torn away.<br />
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The only light they had came from the moon so high above. The storm clouds threatened to snuff the light out, but somehow it managed to shine down on them giving them a small ray of hope despite the storm.<br />
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The ship was battered and The crew was beyond exhaustion. Their bodies ached with great pain. There minds were filled with confusion &amp; fear. Would they survive the night? Or was this the end of there lives?<br />
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No one new what their fate would be. Would it be death or would it be life?<br />
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The dawn was beaming a small glimmer of light ahead. Yet the storm was still raging. Will this ever end?<br />
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As the crew continued to wear down, the sea began to calm. The waves began to settle now. And the wind turned in to a fast moving breeze.<br />
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The sun became brighter and the sea was calm. There was a light breeze now. Oh what a relief. The crew all collapsed on the deck as if they were dead. The sails began to catch the gentle breeze &amp; guided them across the waves once again. The sun reflected on the water as if to look like diamonds that had been sprinkled over the sea. How beautiful everything was. It was as if the storm had never come.</p>