Wind rushed. Wind rushed around the ship as though the hurricane was trying to lasoo the ship in a different direction. Kitten cried and cried and cried. I scratched his cheeks, trying to comfort him. Luckily, he seemed to calm down when I did so. He still looked nervous. I scooped him up and left my cabin in a hurry. The floor creaked slightly beneath my feet as I went to knock on the captain’s door. His gruff, loud voice rang out, ” Come in. ”

I strode in, Kitten in my arms : purring loudly. I asked, “Are we going to steer away from the storm, captain? ”

“No, we’ re on reserve fuel, if we turn around we’ll run out of fuel, ” he said simply.

I sighed. ” Well, ok then… I await your command.”

I was walking across deck when…what?! A massive winged shadow that looked like a dragon loomed over the ship. Kitten was whimpering. Captain showed up. He most likely saw my gaping mouth. Captain told me not to worry and he explained that it was the fuel supply ship coming. Relief poured back into my veins like warm milk. I went back to my cabin and sat back down on my bed. How I thought that… that. Never mind that. I feel exhausted.