Smoke, Fog, and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
It’s not easy to describe the feeling of being lost at sea in fog. All had been well, a light breeze made for easy sailing and the forecasted rain had held stay. Then the blanket was thrown and to add to the confusion all electrics were unexpectedly rendered useless. We knew where we had been, almost but the tide was running unpredictably so to put any faith in a previous knowledge was futile. Many curious sounds uneased our common sense. We prayed for the miasma to clear and that we were not devoured by the mystical creatures now encircling us.