The sea reared up in front of me. It made me feel like I was in a washing machine on my raft.
I had not expected that the sea, my friend, would turn against me. Accordingly, the amount of provisions I had taken with me was small. However, this was not problematic, because with the rocking I had no appetite.
After hours of hearing the wind howling, something unexpected happened.
The storm subsided as suddenly as it had come. The storm clouds disappeared and the waves galloped away.
A few days later I reached my destination. I exhaled. My friend had remained my friend.