For Option C:
Davy cursed, bitterly clinging to the empty barrel as his beloved Dutchman sank beneath the waves. He knew there was nothing he could do, after seeing the size of the waves, the lightning and thunder doing work of a hundred canons tearing piece by piece into the deck. The many years of sailing were all for naught, nothing could have prepared him for the ferocity of this storm, the heavens vengefully tossing aside his crew and tearing apart the masts like twigs. With the cresting swell the whole scene played before him; Flying Dutchman keel up, crew and cargo struggling to stay afloat. Feeling the upward movement stop, Davy knew this to be the end of his days and closed his eyes to feel the wind and rain spray harder and harder against his face before the sea met him like a punch in the gut. His attempt to breathe met with the oceans icy kiss, loosing his strength now as his vision fades to the comrades dimly illuminated by the now silent lightning. The last sensation he remembered being a warm one, an embrace as consciousness left.
The piercing sunlight left him dazed as he coughed and sputtered onto the dry sand, a welcome shadow slowly coming into focus to reveal a young woman singing softly, the words barely registering in waterlogged ears. Pausing in response to Davy's recovery, she takes her hand in his and says, "Welcome, I am relieved to see that you are all right. My name is Calypso."
Davy cursed, bitterly clinging to the empty barrel as his beloved Dutchman sank beneath the waves. He knew there was nothing he could do, after seeing the size of the waves, the lightning and thunder doing work of a hundred canons tearing piece by piece into the deck. The many years of sailing were all for naught, nothing could have prepared him for the ferocity of this storm, the heavens vengefully tossing aside his crew and tearing apart the masts like twigs. With the cresting swell the whole scene played before him; Flying Dutchman keel up, crew and cargo struggling to stay afloat. Feeling the upward movement stop, Davy knew this to be the end of his days and closed his eyes to feel the wind and rain spray harder and harder against his face before the sea met him like a punch in the gut. His attempt to breathe met with the oceans icy kiss, loosing his strength now as his vision fades to the comrades dimly illuminated by the now silent lightning. The last sensation he remembered being a warm one, an embrace as consciousness left.
The piercing sunlight left him dazed as he coughed and sputtered onto the dry sand, a welcome shadow slowly coming into focus to reveal a young woman singing softly, the words barely registering in waterlogged ears. Pausing in response to Davy's recovery, she takes her hand in his and says, "Welcome, I am relieved to see that you are all right. My name is Calypso."