Princess without Worries

The water was rising, like a rising tide. The ship was shaking badly, especially the mast post that was the thickness of an arm and towered up to the sky, creaking and rattling, looking as if it would fall down at any time. The moon was big and full enough, but unfortunately it was swallowed up by the dark clouds only shortly after it came out, and the waves on the river were surging, rolling up one after another and slapping on the shore, the rocks, and the hull of the ship, each time surging with a sound and inspiring 10,000 points of silver stars. As if someone had given a command, the big boat quietly lifted anchor. The river steams with a white mist, sometimes see the fish "splash spines".