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The lake's beauty was captivating, yet I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as we navigated through the choppy waters. The thunderstorms brewing above only added to my anxiety, making every creak and groan of the boat sound ominous. As skipper, it was my duty to keep my passengers safe, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were all in for a wild ride.
I glanced around at my crew, young and eager to prove themselves on this challenging route. There was Pierre, our engineer, with his bushy beard and confident grin; Sophie, our medic, always prepared for emergencies; and Antoine, our navigator, with his keen eye for reading the charts. Together, we had braved many a stormy night on these waters, but nothing could have prepared us for what was to come.
The wind howled like a beast as we approached Portchoiseul, its shoreline hidden behind curtains of rain. I gripped the rudder tightly, feeling the boat buck and sway beneath me. Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the dark sky, followed by a deafening clap that shook the very foundations of our vessel. We were in for it now – either we rode out this tempest or took our chances on the unforgiving waters below.
