The storm is a pack of wolves
howling and tearing at the sky
with razor-sharp fangs and claws.
The intrepid captain’s raven-black hair flies
like a pennant in the wind
as she brazenly shouts orders.
Silver waves threaten to engulf the sailors,
but the brave men and women
battle on through the night
to keep their ship afloat.
Golden shards of sunlight pierce gray clouds
as the rain slows to a drizzle.
Dawn’s soft glow illuminates the waves
while drops of liquid sunlight spray the helm.
The caravel sails towards the sun-streaked sky,
and whatever adventures await.

I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2