They Went in Haste by Dawn Felagund

Break

Prompt: clash, wind, rough, dim

Voronwë and his crew almost reached Valinor.

“Ther’s no reef! I am certain o’it!”

Voronwë managed to choke seawater onto the deck before the next wave of frigid spray, borne on wind that broke like a fist across his face, assailed him.

“The waves, th’break on something!”

Terror and doubt, livid in the eyes of his crew. The sea clashed against something unseen, the way they might uprise against a reef just below the surface, but Voronwë had been over the side—there was nothing—

Yet there is.

The rain parted briefly, revealing a light upon a tower, dim as forgiveness withheld, still.

“Turn about!” he roared.