Literature
The Crabber in the Sky
The bow crested the wave in a dazzling spray of white and blue. The sky was empty save for the blazing beacon of the sun high overhead. Luke beamed in satisfaction. The sweet spot between rising and falling was pure bliss. He longed to fly with the gulls that oft circled overhead. A dream that stretched back farther than he could remember, back to when he wasn't old enough to join his father's crew. Watching from the longest pier, the boat cresting the horizon with its omnipresent flock. Today, however, there were no birds to be seen. The wind was gusting far too strongly. A storm had to be on the way. Luke was pulled back to reality as the boat slammed down behind the swell. Lurching everything that wasn't tied down forward with the threat of falling into the ocean below. Shouts erupted from behind Luke, causing him to spin around. It was time to get to work. The other men, including his father who bore the look of a sturdy tree planted directly on the deck, were straining
