Mariner breathed a sigh of relief. “Get him below decks. He needs rest.” He then steeled himself for what was to come next.
“No, it isn’t” The two ships of the Northern Fleet were circling, temporarily distracted in rescuing the crew of the doomed third. That was soon to change. “They attacked us by way of their monster. Clear the deck of debris, make ready to fight.”
Mariner could feel his anger, temporarily curbed by his compassion, returning. They had attacked his expedition, and his crew, he was going to make them pay for that.
Up in the lookouts nest. The winds changed due west.
The lookout looked to the east in fear. The storm was bearing directly on to them now. She hurriedly grabbed the bell and rang it 3 times.The signal every sailor feared above any other.
Storm Bearing.