The Heart of the Storm
I was out in the Mediterranean doing my weekly Sunday fishing trip. It was to leave Gibraltar at seven o’clock in the morning and fish until around three o’clock so I could return home for five o’clock and relax before dinner. So that morning I left at 7 o’clock as usual and it seemed an almost perfect day for fishing with the sun rising behind the misty but humid looking Rock of Gibraltar.
I set sail out into the Mediterranean enjoying the unusually calm sea for around fifty miles and then I looked to the west, out to sea and saw a silver coloured spot growing larger and larger which meant it was getting nearer and nearer. At first I thought I was seeing things but then I realized what it was. It was a tornado. It suddenly became extremely cold and foggy and at when this happened I collapsed into a heap on the deck of my small fishing boat and nearly fainted, but I caught hold of the frosted metal door handle of the cabin and quickly pulled myself up off the floor and ran into the cabin. I switched on the engine, which had been turned off so that it wouldn’t scare off fish, I slammed the boat into gear and pushed as hard down on the acceleration pedal as I could but then, heard a abnormally loud bang from the engine, it usually makes a whistle sound when I accelerate, and suddenly I looked back to thinking I would see that the tornado had reached me but, what had actually happened was that engine had exploded. I had the sudden feeling that these were going to be the last moments before I would die.
