I feel Highly Productive.
Meanwhile, have a WIP...
The deck rolled beneath me and I glanced up to see another wave rising. It was like staring at a wall. I wasted precious seconds watching the sea raise that giant hand against me, then began scrambling up the bridge ladder as the next great wave broke against Prince Enero's port railing.
The raging water caught at my calves, my thighs, my waist. I kept climbing, praying to stay ahead of it. I felt as if I would be sucked down at any moment. Lost over the side without a trace. It boiled around me, stinging cold and angry as any jilted lover.
A jilted lover whose fists weighed as much as cities.
The water reluctantly pulled away without claiming me in its grip. Gasping, I climbed more, realizing from the agony in my left arm that I'd been clinging with both hands.