The King Chapter 1

 
“Help me. Somebody help me. They’re climbing up the side.” “I’m coming, Ham. Hold on, I’m coming.” Noah struggled to stay erect against the howling wind and pounding rain that threatened to beat him down to the deck. Fighting against a storm he never could have imagined, he made his way across the slippery deck to reach his son. Ham screamed, swinging his club against the thing trying to climb onto the boat. Don’t let them get him, God, please. The anguished screams of the people in the rising floodwater were more than Noah could bear. Some called him by name, begging and cursing him as they flailed about in the swirling water. At last he reached his son. Ham threw down his rod, covered his ears with his hands, and closed his eyes as if doing so could shut out the pleas coming from the drowning people. “Help us! Noah, you can’t leave us here.” “You can’t just let us drown. You know us.”