Pero había que venirse a las cuatro de la tarde o quedarse allá, porque después de esa hora, ese mar apacible, adornado con juguetones oleajes, que nos acompañaban al lado de la embarcación, se tornaban muy violentos.

La última vez que fuimos nos avisaron que tendríamos que salir a las tres de la tarde, y no a las cuatro, como estaba previsto, ya que habría una "tormenta", y las embarcación no saldrían luego de esa hora.

Nosotros nos distrajimos y se nos hizo las tres y medía, en el muelle pequeño solo quedaban unas pocas personas que teníamos el deseo de regresar a nuestras casas.

Escuché cuando el que parecía ser el capitán del barco dijo:

-El que sea nervioso que no se embarque, esta "tormenta" que viene va a picar más al mar que de costumbre, no quiero gente gritona en mi barco.

Nosotros fuimos los últimos en abordar aquel barquito que parecía de juguete, con un motor que sonaba como si fuera una licuadora.

Lo extraño era que el mar estaba muy despejado, con un sol espectacular, parecía que navegábamos sobre un plato.

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-Nos vamos a morir, auxilio.

El capitán me tomó por el pelo y me dijo:

-Si no te callas, la mar se pondrá más brava, cállese, carajo, y pídale a la virgencita.

Me quedé paralizada y comencé a rezar.

Así como se inició la tormenta así mismo desapareció, como si hubiese sido un sueño, la gente achicaba el bote tranquilamente con unos perolitos, mientras nos acercamos al puerto, el capitán se fumaba un tabaco y el sol comenzaba secarnos, como si no hubiese pasado nada, nunca más fuI a la otra costa.

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Me gustaría invitar a @hljott, @acostacazorla y @marcybetancourt. Aquí la información

Greetings to all the steemites in the world. Once again I join this keyword contest, promoted by @weisser-rabe, who for this week invites us to write from the word "Storm". This is my entry:

The storm

One could go in fifteen minutes to what they called "The Other Coast." From Cumaná you could see the Araya peninsula, covering the horizon like a large alligator, and we were used to taking a small ferry they called "La Palita" to go on weekends to spend the day in those crystalline waters.

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It was nice to go there, clean and warm beaches, fried fish with arepas, and beautiful clay crafts, it was like having paradise fifteen minutes from our house.

But you had to come at four in the afternoon or stay there, because after that hour, that calm sea, adorned with playful waves, which accompanied us next to the boat, became very violent.

The last time we went, they told us that we would have to leave at three in the afternoon, and not at four, as planned, since there would be a "storm" and the boats would not leave after that time.

We got distracted and it was almost half past three, there were only a few people left on the small pier who wanted to return to our homes.

I listened when the one who seemed to be the captain of the ship said:

-Anyone who is nervous should not board, this "storm" that is coming is going to hurt the sea more than usual, I don't want screaming people on my boat.

We were the last to board that little boat that looked like a toy, with an engine that sounded like a blender.

The strange thing was that the sea was very clear, with a spectacular sun, it seemed like we were sailing on a plate.

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A little more than five minutes had passed when everything suddenly changed, as if they had turned off the light of the sea, the sun went down, the raging waves crashed against the ribs of that little turtle as if they were After breaking them, the keel rose so much that it seemed as if we were in a whirlpool about to be swallowed by the sea; We were halfway full of water, the thunder and lightning were terrifying, people grabbed onto what they could and prayed to the Virgin of the Valley, the only one shouting was me:

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-We are going to die, help.

The captain grabbed me by the hair and said:

-If you don't shut up, the sea will get rougher, shut up, damn it, and ask the virgin.

I was paralyzed and began to pray.

Just as the storm began, it disappeared, as if it had been a dream, the people calmly bailed out the boat with some small basins, while we approached the port, the captain was smoking a cigar and the sun began to dry us, as if it had never happened. nothing, I never went to the other coast again.

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I would like to invite @hljott, @acostacazorla and @marcybetancourt. Here the information