Master of the Oceans

The lightning tore across the sky, waves tormenting the side of the boat, tossing it up and pulling it down, dragging it through the vast torrents.
This was perilous weather.
"My Lord!" I cried, "Do you not care that we will meet our deaths in this precipice?"
Thunder boomed, lightning streaked, waves tossed, and fear ensued.
Amidst the darkness he smiled. I could sense it, somehow. As if light was pouring into the dark of the night.
His voice, calm and mighty, cast it's power over the sea.
"Peace! Be still."
And then nothing but serenity.



My teacher had just commanded the oceans.