Hurricane Victor Victorious

Sizzling lightning, loud thunder rolls, moving in closer along the shoals.

Screaming wind, it’s much too late to get to shore, to evacuate.

Raining torrents. Cannot see shit. He’s just going to deal with it.

Liquor straight up poured from a flask. “I’ll show you to take me to task!”

Battened hatches, all stores secured, huge waves crashing, “Oh Lord, Lord, Lord.”

“May Day! May Day!” Gulp. Sip. Gulp. Sip. Fears he’s going down with his ship.

Drunk as a skunk by dawn’s first light. Damn fool sailor survived the night.

“See, you wind bag? I kicked your ass!” slurs he as he pours a victor’s glass.

~g