I've never written in second person before. Here is a short story I wrote

You’ve lived in the archipelago your whole life. From a young age, you remember listening to the wild stories of the fisherman who come to your village to harbor.<br><br>They’d talk about giant squids that attacked ships in the middle of the sea, they’d talk about storms that would engulf entire islands, and they’d talk about sea dragons that would ride the waves into the shore.<br><br>You didn’t believe any of it.<br><br>At least not until the storm that rode in on July 7th, 1991.<br><br>They said the storms in the archipelago would be held in by the mountains. Every village was bordered by a mountain that rose thousands of feet into the sky. It was said that the storms that were strong enough to ride past the mountains were big enough to engulf the islands entirely.<br><br>You sat in your little hut, shaking with every flash of lightning, and the rain pounded at your door. Your younger brother was fourteen, and he was terrified. He hated storms. He hated not being able to see. He hated the thunder roars that made the ground shake.<br><br>But you weren’t afraid. Your father was at the harbor, and he forbade you and your brother from coming out of the house tonight. So you sat by the fire, making sure to not imagine the world outside.<br><br>The fire crackled, and you thought it sounded like a dragon.<br><br>A stray raindrop landed on your arm, and you thought it sounded like the ocean.<br><br>The thunder sounded like one of the mountains cracking in two.<br><br>He had told you not to imagine the world outside. But it’s hard not to imagine the world when you’re sitting in it. The fire crackled, the wind howled, and the thunder roared. As loud as the crack of a mountain.<br><br>And as loud as the crack of a mountain, a mountain cracked. You heard the ground shake. You looked out the window, and saw the mountain beside the village crumbling into the sea. Of course, it couldn’t reach you. Of course, the storm couldn’t reach you. Of course, you were safe.<br><br>A flash of lighting hit the sea, and you saw a fin cutting through the harbor.<br><br>It was massive. As massive as the mountain was, the fin still reached halfway up. The lighthouse lighted up as the fin sliced through it, and you realized that the mountain wasn’t the only thing that had been hit by the light bolt. By the shape of the fin, you realized that the mountain wasn’t the only thing that had been destroyed.<br><br>Your father had seen the storm. He had seen the mountain crumble. He had seen the sea dragon come. And he had climbed onto the lighthouse to mark the beast. Every village was bordered by a mountain, and every village was marked by a lighthouse. If a lighthouse went out, then the warning ships would know that something was wrong. And the warning ships would know to hunt the sea dragon.<br><br>The sea dragon rode the waves, and the lighthouse died at its feet. And as the villagers scrambled out of their homes, you realized that your father was the only person left in the village.<br><br>He died with the lighthouse, and in that moment, you realized how stupid the villagers were. They really believed the mountains could keep the storms out? They really believed the lighthouses could reach higher than the waves?<br><br>Your younger brother collapsed, and he vomited at your feet. You looked at him for a moment, then you looked out the window again.<br><br>The storm was coming.<br><br>You needs to leave.<br><br>As the dragon swam closer, the storm rose up with it. The mountain collapsed. The lighthouse died. And your little village was caught in the middle.<br><br>It was stupid to think the mountains could stop it. It was stupid to think the lighthouses could stop it. And it was stupid to think you could stop it.<br><br>But you needed to try.<br><br>So you taken your younger brother by the hand, and held him tight. He didn’t want to come with you, but he didn’t want to stay either. And as the rain came down in sheets, you stepped out into the world.<br><br>The storm was coming, and you were right in the middle of it.<br><br>And as the dragon rode through the harbor, and as the lightning blew the warning ships out of the sea, you realized that your father was right.<br><br>Don’t imagine the world outside.<br><br>Because when you’re in it, you don’t have time to think.<br><br>But as the dragon reached the shore, you had time to think.<br><br>You had time to scream. You had time to cry. You had time to think about leaving your brother and running up the mountain. And you had time to think about pulling your brother into the sea.<br><br>So you did the only thing you could, and grabbed onto the dragon and rode it out into the sea.<br><br>And as the village collapsed under the waves, you saw the archipelago for the first time.<br><br>The mountains were islands. The islands were drops of water. And the dragon was a boat riding through the waves.<br><br>But you didn’t ride on the back of the dragon. You rode in it. You rode in its heart, and you felt its soul. As it rode the waves out to sea, you felt it sing.<br><br>The dragons didn’t sing in the same language as the humans. They sang in the sound of the thunder, the sound of the waves, and the sound of the wind. They sang in the sound of the mountains cracking. They sang in the sound of the lighthouse falling.<br><br>The dragons sang in the sound of the harbor crumbling. And they sang in the sound of your screams.<br><br>And as the sounds of the world phased out, and the sounds of the sea phased in, you realized that you didn’t hear the archipelago sing in its entirety until you were in it.<br><br>You realized that the storms weren’t bad. You realized that the squids weren’t bad. You realized that the dragons weren’t bad.<br><br>You realized that you just needed to imagine the world outside.<br><br>And as the dragon rode the waves to the middle of the sea, you realized that the world was a wild thing. And that you were in it.<br><br>So was your brother.<br><br>And so were the villagers.<br><br>And as the dragon swam out of sight, you realized that you only truly understood something when you were in it.<br><br>So you imagined the world outside.<br><br>And as you imagined, you realized that the mountains were too small to hold back the storms.<br><br>And you realized that the dragons were too big to be held in by the waves.<br><br>And you realized that there was no village left.<br><br>And you realized that the islands were too small to hold back the tide.<br><br>And you realized that the lighthouse was gone.<br><br>And you realized that the warning ships were dead.<br><br>And you realized that there was no harbor to come back to.<br><br>And you realized that the waves were too big to be held back.<br><br>And you realized that the storm was too big to be held in.<br><br>And you realized that the dragon was too big to be held back.<br><br>And you realized that there was a storm coming, and that the island was in the middle of it.<br><br>And you realized that the warning ships were dead.<br><br>And you realized that the lighthouse was gone.<br><br>And you realized that the harbor was gone.<br><br>And you realized that the village was gone.<br><br>And you realized that there was no village left.<br><br>And you realized that the islands were too small to hold back the tide.<br><br>And you realized that the mountains were too small to hold back the storms.<br><br>And you realized that the dragons were too big to be held in by the waves.<br><br>And you realized that the world was a wild thing.<br><br>And you realized that you were in it.<br><br>Until you weren’t.