Mariner looked up in vague surprise, “Of course, but there is the question of if it has lost it’s potency, or if the intended use will be beneficial in this situation.” He lightly shakes the bottle. “This draught is for protecting feathers and furs from acidic scaring…” He was about to go on, when he was thrown from his feet by a tremendous impact. Shakily rising, he set the bottle back in the safety of his bag. He was about to check on dolphus when an even greater impact hit, and he knew no more.
Ari’s frantic adjusting of the trim, although not entirely efficient given the panicked nature of it. Did help to counteract the additional ballast of the water. This helped the boat stay closer to it’s waterline and made as good speed as it was able.
Surprisingly the ship was growing closer much faster than anticipated. As the storm bashed the two towards each other. Hope not far off for a rescue, the feeling swiftly withered like grapes left on the vine in autumn.
As the two vessels converged on their paths, Ari’s boat suddenly started pulling towards the large ship on it’s own accord. Caught up in the massive rip current generated by it’s hull. So close now, Ari could make out the livery of the Armada Sailors clutching on for dear life.
Tharos stood at his post desperately trying to hold the ship together, redirecting the worst of the waves, and trying to dispell the poor visibility to find safe harbour. He was utterly exhausted, desperately praying for some sign of dry land.
Fate has an odd way of answering prayers. Odd, yet undoubtedly cruel. Just as he finished the thought, the boat shuddered with impact, a great scraping sound from the below decks. They had struck a reef. Tharos has no idea which way to bring the ship to avoid further damage, however he didn’t have to worry long, as a large swell took them from behind, lifting them over the reef, and sending them down hard into the shallows of a small beach.
By the time the crew came to from the impact, the storm had broken, and the morning sun shined bright and pleasant.
Ari woke on a beach surrounded by the wreckage of her boat, a little down the beach she could see the Warship from the night previous, tilted slightly in the shallows. The foremast broken, a massive gouge in the port hull, and a battered and beaten crew stumbling to shore.