She was the ship who stayed together no matter how rough the waters
how high the seas
she stayed afloat, sails strung high and catching every breath of wind
rough or gentle.
She was unsinkable,
built in such a way
or perhaps it was the weather
which couldn’t weather her
the rain, the ice, the hurricanes
that made her tougher than the nails
which held her together.
She carried on her back those who couldn’t carry themselves,
using her natural buoyancy to fulfill her dream of saving the world

And he was the perfect storm
full of sound and fury,
signifying destruction with every clap of thunder,
every flash of lightning,
every beat of the wind against glass windows.
He ripped through metal like it was wood and wood like it was butter
Maybe not intentionally,
but it was all he knew.

And they met
and fought
the unsinkable ship…