We departed from Fort Lauderdale for our average drive to Coconut Grove. We found a good mooring spot with great views of Miami. Our trip took 6 hours. When we finally arrived we walked around town (or just trying to find town with dad and Corey navigating). When we finally found town we found dinner at a restaurant and proceeded on our walk back.
We knew it would be coming. There was a storm a-brewing.
The boat began to roll from side to side and the temperature dipped all of a sudden. Dark clouds obscured the moon. They churned grimly in the night sky, as black as all the light suddenly went out. The moon’s mercury flush was painted silver by the thunderheads, casting down shivers of light with a ghostly glow. Underneath the moon, the rain moved towards us like a wrath’s veil of sorrow. A loud wind gusted and sighed, rippling the surface of the corpse calm sea.
Our boat heaved and tossed in the rising swell. Lightning flash suddenly illuniminating the night's sky.
The rain-shroud passed. It drenched our boat in buckets upon buckets. The rain whipped down like crystal nails and streaky lightning emblazoned the sky. The sea swells rose as the wind whipped.
And when the morning sun rose all was clear again.
(And my English teacher said I was no good at creative writing).
The next morning we setted off to the town and we shopped and shopped and shopped again. And we were going to see a movie but there were no good seats so we went back to Seamorr and watched our own movie.