As the storm came upon the sea,

The sea rising in acrimony while the waves steadily matured,

The nauseated fishermen threw themselves over the gunwale,

Trying to keep their equity and conscious.

 

I gazed upon them, mocking their ignorance and vulnerability.

I am the sea and the waves

I am all the fish in these stirred waters,

I am that terrifying monster that is believed to live in the nethermost crevices of this ocean,         

I am Poseidon,

No, I am like Jesus and Poseidon is my Apostle.

 

While these men are on their last limb,

Trying to catch food for their family,

I mock’d them, oh, how cruel of me.

These puny little creatures are no match for this evil sea.

I look’d upon my evil humor and decided to recuperate for my malicious deed.

 

All of a sudden, sunshine shimmered out from the clouds,

The rolling sea suddenly became flat,

The storm seem’d to have disappeared,

And the fishermen who seem’d to never have caught anything,

Have filled their boats with as many fish as could possibly hold.

I wonder who could have done that?

This evil creature is not as evil as he seems to the world to be,

But it appears this creature has a heart full of sympathy under its hard shell.