The wind pulled at her hair.  Eyes closed, she relished the roar and the water sprays hitting her face.  They were charging into the storm.  There really was no other way to reach their destination.  They could turn back but the storm would just catch up with them later if they did.  The team agreed consecutively that they would face the storm head on. 

They studied it;
They got to know the thunder and rumble they were about to run into.
They prepared; the team got as much rest as they could, they prepared meals, they repaired ripped clothing.  Training took up what time they were not preparing their items, their letters, their bodies, their souls.

The challenge was now near upon them;

And they seized the ropes and rigging with purpose. 

They hadn't known setting out on this journey that such a storm would hit them.  But now it seemed it was just for them.  To overcome or send them to their Maker.  Did the word adventure almost appear on the letter she was writing, that would be stuck in a glass bottle to land who knows where one day?  She couldn't help it- the word was set.

The sky crackled and the boat tossed and turned.  The team used every bit of knowledge, strength and faith.

They realized what it was to live; the traits of life well-lived seared their minds and empowered them to want to fight for more days for such life to walk.