Começo da Vida

The storm became stronger. The ship climbed giant waves. Then it fell into deep valleys of water. Every time we went down I thought that we would never go up again. I was certain that we would all die. The waves would be my tomb.

But the next morning something changed. The wind became calmer. The waves became smaller. The sun appeared. And suddenly the ocean didn't seem so terrible. It was actually quite beautiful. My seasickness passed. My fear disappeared too.

My friend found me on deck. He laughed and hit me on the shoulder. "You were scared last night, weren't you? You thought that little wind would kill us?" I couldn't believe his words. "Little wind?" I said. "It was a terrible storm!"

He laughed even more. "That was nothing! Wait until you see a real storm. You're just a new sailor. You will learn. Come, let's drink punch. Let's celebrate your first time at sea!" We went below deck to drink.