There were two boats in the sea near the shore. One was anchored but one, for some odd reason wasn’t, it drifted about. Maybe its owner considered it a free spirit, though it’s more likely that since there was a rope however dangling from it into the water, while it was imagined it was moored or anchored, in truth there was nothing of substance at the other end of the rope. Maybe the rope had rotted away, some large creature had bitten through it, its an or had rusted away, whatever.
A stormy night came along and the adrift boat got swept along by the waves until finally getting smashed and wrecked against the rocks. The anchored one however, while it was tossed and battered about in all the wildness, still it survived the ordeal intact.
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