I want to go home...
The storm is fierce, thrashing of waves and screeching wails of the winds are larger than life and absolutely terrifying against the small fishing boat. It has no course, no path- hopeless and tractable in the hands of the reckless storm. It fit the newly evolved Gothitelle, curled up in the corner desperately praying to any and every god he knew for the simple indulgence of life. If only he hadn't evolved, if only he hadn't panicked seeing his family's lifespan--!
A particularly large wave struck the boat, filling it with murky liquid as pale yellow plasma screamed above it all. The Gothitelle screamed with it, turning away from the oncoming wave and clinging desperately to the tattered ship as he was soaked with unforgiving waters. It gave life, and now it seemed it was taking it.
I want to go home!!
The storm paid the screaming and wails of the young Gothitelle still, mercilessly stirring the wave