Typhoon

I am the center of a magnetic pull, towards the northwest I venture. From afar I see a green, grayish coastline.
 Ah, I exclaim inwardly, this is the island they call Taiwan.
 "So, I've heard so much about you."
 She was silent. A silver mist rises from her curves of green.
"Do you fear me?"
Her shorelines are broken, violent waves crash angrily against the jagged rocks.
"No."
"But I am a hundred forces of death, I destroy."
"Then I will suicide into your arms of wind and rain...I fear you not."

Not one split of a second later were the words uttered, did I crashed my skull into her spine.