Seeing the sky crack

We sent out that call in the ocean to exclaim that we needed help. The waves gushed over and over, drowning us while we stood at port yelling ahead. The anchors were cut loose and the boat went flowing with the rough sea. Every wave was like death holding its scythe up to our throats and laughing while we feared for our lives. The captain stood at his wheel, cold, broken and beaten. He knew it was the end. The boat kept fighting, the punches kept coming and we were dying. I grabbed my knife, found the plastic window and carved "Your actions cannot save us, nor will your words. We are gone"