Solinus Sea Open Waters

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Jack looks out over the horizon. Storms were coming. He had seen worse, maybe. Either way, the sails needed to be reefed. He climbed up the rigging in a flash. This job he would have to do alone, they had lost well over half the crew since they last took more in port. Jack was never one to complain, he simply went about his job, hauling the sails up in silence, not daring to provoke the fury of the sea. "Keep your knots and your lips tight." That is what had kept him alive so far.

With the sails reefed, Jack called to one of the other seamen to help him drop the weigh anchor. The water was far too deep to hit bottom, and even if there was enough chain to reach bottom, they would simply drag anchor without enough scope to add weight. Still, the anchor would help the ship to stem the wind and swell. The storm was definitely approaching them now, but the Captain never had any attention of avoiding it. This was their job. The great horned whales only fed in storms. From the looks of this storm, they would be able to fill their holds with oil and stack the remaining deck space with the valuable horns. With the anchor lowered, Jack retreated to his quarters to fetch his harpoons. He carefully checked the edge of each one and the spare heads he would attach. The harpoons were crafted of course from the horns of the whales, and each razor sharp. Finally, he checked his lance, which would deliver the killing blows.