The storm raged on well into the evening. The Vessels trapped in it’s wrath battered and beat about on the waves.
On the Caelin’s Hand, one of the masts, previously damaged in the battle with the Thauin, split up along the length. There was a colossal groan as the halves Began to sag apart, becoming caught up in the rigging. The ship had little hope of control in these waves. Every now and then, the crew would experience a strange weightless sensation, as a wave tossed them about.
The obscuring clouds made navigation impossible, every reference point wiped clear in favour of an endless sea of gray.
The crew gripped whatever they could, waiting for the wave that would spell their doom.
For Ari, there was an even more pressing issue. Her boat was taking on water at an alarming pace. Quickly rising from her boots to halfway to her knees. However her scanning of the horizon proved fruitful. As a swell broke to her starboard side, she saw the distinct lines of a warship riding the currents.
Mariner braced as a wave knocked the ship. Still searching in his bag for a medicine that would counteract the Squid’s acid. With an exclamation of triumph he retrieved one. He began to soak some bandages in the stuff. After a moment’s consideration he retrieved another bottle and stared at it thoughtfully.