The sea was in a blinding rage that day. To the deep waters of forgotten lands the Brakas Bazaar was tempting the harsh, punishing waves of the sea.
Inside the quarters of Brakas Bazaar Tailora the brash but vague captain of this ship was catching up on the ships manifest as he would normally do.
His quarters was very minimal in capacity but was still formidable. on a perch to the side of where Tailora was reading the manifest was a perch. On the perch was a Smoke Hawk. it was resting plucking at his wings.
The sea was bashing at the ship making Tailora's light reading impossible to do. He then got up and went out onto the Deck of the Brakas Bazaar. He flinched for just a second as his foot touched a Ruki Fish then kicked off the side and back to his home to the ocean.
A Matoran came towards Tailora soaked from the mask up "what the Makuta is going on" Tailora asked towards the Matoran. "it is the sea captain it is unnatural" he replied gasping for breath. "bout a quarter of the crew has been taken by it" he then said as another wave rocked the boat from side to side. Tailora could only get through half his retort before a giant wave large as the ship came from behind taking it down towards the abyss.
and Tailoras last words were "by Kiask himself if this ship shall be my death.............