the storm

The hail like golf balls hit the ships  sail mast snapped . anxois Arthur whose metal claws gripped to the ship it looked as all hope was lost . he shouted marina but was only in his head poor Arthur whose metal amour started to rust. his clothes that where soaked started to rip as he served at the ground  cowedly . he could hear marina but dizzy Arthur whose claws started to de grip it all went coal black

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