Snippet #2620181

Its amazing how quickly the weather can turn on you when your out at sea. Just a few short hours ago, the sun was beating down, and the light was glistening off the great blue expanse of ocean all around. And yet now the sun has set, a dark shadow has crept across the wooden deck and the water moves more violently than before. The wind has grown stronger and an unearthing feeling has settled upon the ship. As the ship rocks slowly amongst the waves, the eerie silence is broken only by the rising howling of the wind. Its only been a few days since you left port, but already faith is already fading amongst the crew. Rylan stepped out of his cabin, and stared off into the distance...

"You there..." He spoke to a young deckhand, who was trying to make himself look busy. "Go fetch that navigator for me... Sincaid? I think that was it..."