Hope's Beacon by A.R.C.

Seven days

Brutal nights

Weathered several storms

Crew of fifteen

Down to 6

First storm

Swept up

Most of our 

Food supply

Second one

Damaged two sails

What's left 

Running

On empty

Despite the

Lessened load

Navigation

Messed up

In the third storm

Compass spinning 

Uncontrollably

Blind and without

A goal

We forged onward

It was then that 

Thunder rumbled

Followed

Immediately 

By a few flashes of 

Lightning

Storm looming

Overhead

Rain beating down

Hard and at once

Winds and waves

Swaying us violently

We break through

The waves settle

Rain lightens up

And a faint light

Sweeps across the 

Horizon

Fortunately

We had

Just spotted 

The beacon of 

Hope