But as Peter ventured farther from shore, the initially calm sea changed dramatically. What began as gentle ripples soon became towering waves, each a roaring challenge to his courage. The wind howled like a wild beast, its power turning the sailboat into a tiny speck amid the fury of the ocean.
Peter gripped the wheel with both hands and felt the boat lurch back and forth beneath him. Salt water splashed across the deck, drenching him to the bone, every drop a cold reminder of the power of the sea. The taste of salt lingered on his lips, and the chilly wind cut through his clothes and sent shivers down his spine.