I had fought every day of my life to get here, I couldn't give up now. Strong winds will lashing against my sales, and giant waves clash together spraying me with icy sea water. Trying to control the sales, I tugged at the ropes, struggling to grasp them as my hands were going numb from the cold. Several times I came close to falling into the sea as the deck of my boat was gradually getting covered in seawater, creating a slippery sheath over the wood. The rain had become more violent now, making my face even colder than it already was. I decided to retreat down to my cabin to wait out the storm and attempt to regain my strength again. Warming by the little metal heater in my cabin, I imagined what it would be like when I eventually reached land; my dog Barry wasting for me at my warm, dry house in South Wales. He would be so happy to see me. If I ever make it home, that is. Suddenly, my boat shuddered, then came to an abrupt stop. Climbing out of the cabin's ladder, I sheltered my head expecting to be soaked by oncoming rain. But, to my own surprise, I felt no rain but a burning heat on the back of my hand. Looking up, I was blinded by the sun which was rising from behind a lush green forest, situated on a sandy beach. Confused, I clambered off the boat, and leapt onto the beach. My feet were immediately met with the warm sand which felt soothing on my skin. I knew one thing: this was definitely not a beach in Wales. Now the sun had risen fully, I began to make my way around the island, stumbling every few steps as the sand was slippery and hot. In the distance I thought I saw the silhouette of another boat like mine. As I walked closer, the boat slowly started to disappear. After around five seconds, the ship had completely gone, leaving an empty plot of sand. In replace of the boat, there was a figure starting to appear. It was small, and had a long, fluffy tail with anxious eyes. Barry? I couldn't believe it! Finally, I was home; after all this time! Weakly, I sprinted towards him, my heart throbbing with happiness. Barry started running too, but then suddenly, he stopped. I stopped too. Catching my breath, I waited for him to leap into my arms. Yet all he did was walk straight towards me and, like a ghost, faded through my body and walked toward the direction I came from. I felt the ground beneath me sink and everything had suddenly become very dark and endearing. It felt as if the walls of hell were closing in. I started falling. Quickly. Rapidly. And then... I sat up panting and sweating immensely. The boat was swaying gently and the night sky was clear and storm free. My head was pounding and I could feel a lump forming at the back. Realization had now set; I wasn't home. But I was safe, and that's all that matters.