The Sound of Whales

Walls of black water rose on either side of the boat as it dropped through a crack in the sea.
In the wheelhouse Fraser Dunbar clung to an old wooden chart table and waited for those walls to collapse and send him to the bottom.
The windows rattled and the wind roared through the open doorway. The door banged hard on its hinges. He couldn’t close it from where he stood, dared not move in case he slipped straight through the opening and out into the night.
Ben McCaig glanced at him from behind the wheel.
‘How are you doing?’ he shouted above the wind.
‘Fine,’ Fraser lied. He had never been out at sea in a storm before. It was thrilling to begin with, but now it was just scary.