Avery grinned back at him yelled “it’s fine! Just hold on tight already. We are going to ride this next wave put of this mess!” She turned the wheel hard and the ship turned, the next wave pushing them into the center of the storm and into the clear. The eye of the storm was always calm. Now she needed the clear shot too out of the storm and they were finally safe. 

After a few minutes she said “I need to stay and make sure we stay in the middle…till I see a clear shot to get us all the way out…”  it was still raining on them, and she was soaked. But she kept her grip even though she couldn’t feel her limps anymore. She was pale and skin rashed.