Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-25828117-20191021221100

17th of Hearthfire, 8 days at sea.

Thunder roared in the heavens and arcs of lightning replied in kind almost immediately with blinding cracks that lingered in the dark skies. The Flashing Blade rocked up and down the wild waves as they went and crashed into one-another.

What was rain and what was waves pouring in from the railing had become unclear.

The deck was dangerous place right now, one could be swept away by a rogue wave, pulled into the ocean with the strength of a thousand men and no remorse given.

But Nemicus seemed to take the weather in stride. If one had the image of him being a foppish oaf due to his garish articles of clothing they would now see a great captain with a sturdy grip on his vessel and crew as they traversed this terrible storm.