Storms at Sea

I was right about the bosan. He has not given me a moment to rest; he will call me out for any slacking. At first, he was looming over me like a swelling hurricane watching every move, but when he saw I knew what I was doing he turned the storm to other parts of the ship to rain on. I’m pretty sure he thinks I am a drunk, but I’m not. I do enjoy a drink or two with some of the other hands at night, but not nearly enough to knock me out. I won’t lie it does help with some of the storms we have gone through. It brings back nightmares of that day.
 
I have been visited by the same dream again and again, but it seems to be developing every time, sometimes by a second more. This time the burning of metal and earth but not from the likes of cannons, more like struck by the very lightning that awoke me in the dream. Tears formed in my eyes from the smell making me almost choke on it. There it ends with me starting to sea through the tears like getting close to the surface when underwater.
 
The Sophia girl finally found her prey in me. She was able to fence me into a corner on deck where the only escape would have been the open sea. Instead of jumping I finally told her my name and where I was from and nothing else. This looked to only satisfy her for the time being and I assume she be back for more.