My hooves struggle to remain firmly planted on the floor of the metal trawler ship as it tosses and turns in the churning, turbulent waters of the dark ocean. Freezing cold rain falls in sheets all around, and the howling wind only accelerates their impact, said wind carrying the scent of sea salt and ozone. The sky above is completely black, the only light in this terrifying storm being the frequent flashes of lightning. And, of course, the yellow sun that hovered above the enclosed steering wheel I was taking shelter in, enabling me to at least see the ship and some of the surrounding ocean. I could hear the non-stop hissing of steam as the rain collided with the sun, vaporizing the water instantaneously while the wind continuously forbade any trail of such steam to exist for longer than a split second.