Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-24736819-20180418140910

"Captain!", the navigator called, "Looks like we got ourselves a nasty storm!"

Mael, Captain of the Five Stars and a somewhat successful merchant, took out his spyglass and aimed it at the ugly set of dark clouds gathering ahead.

At least it's no pirate, crossed the Captain's mind as he sighed. Mael was proud of the crew he had put together, hardened sailors all of them and he knew they were more than capable to deal with a measly storm.

"Alright, gents! We all know the drills, prepare yourselves! All hands on deck!", he used his most powerful tone of voice to yell the orders and in a matter of seconds the decks of the Five Stars became alive.

Mael barely needed to shout any orders, seeing the storm ahead most of the sailors already jumped into their tasks. Pulling ropes, redirecting sails, tie whatever was loose. The navigator, a seasoned seaman who had accompanied Mael since the beginning of his career, did the best he could to keep the ship steady.

"Captain...", Mael heard the man muttering.

He put up his spyglass once again towards the storm and gulped. That was no measly storm, its true viciousness had been hidden by the thick fog that preceeded it but now that the merchant's ship had drawn closer they could measure some of its true power. Mael didn't liked it one bit, being fooled like that by the fog was a mistake that could cost him ship, crew and most importantly the spices he had on board, which his whole career relied upon.

"We can do this, men! There is no one else I'd trust my life with but yourselves!", he yelled, trying to make himself heard amongst the roaring of the sea.

Mael heard a few prayers as he joined his men, but one thing amongst the prayers drawed his attention...

"It's him... I know it is!", one of the youngest sailors let out in panic, "We are doomed!"

Before Mael could say anything the young man darted across the deck and jumped overboard after yelling he had chosen his own fate and everyone should do the same. The Captain couldn't help but to wonder what the young man was talking about, but seeing the dire situation he found himself in it wasn't that important to linger on the thought.

Thunders and lightnings crossed the dark skies above the Five Stars, but the crew endured, facing their fear with hardwork and hope to survive...hope that would suddenly vanish when a gigantic, dark figure entered their field of view out of nowhere.

"W-what i-is t-that?!", one of the sailors shouted as all of them started to panic.

At first glance it looked like a mythical sea creature that had came to feast upon the small vessel and its inhabitants, but after a lightning struck the skies they all saw that it actually was a ship. A big one and it was coming straight towards the Five Stars with its maw-like bowsprit ready to devour.

"Save yourselveeees!", the seasoned navigator yelled, following after the young sailors and jumping overboard.

Mael closed his eyes and prayed for the Nine. There wasn't anything he could do but pray to have a quick, painless death.

...

"Aha! Finally, gents! We are back!", the thunderous voice, so common for the Toreau, boomed over the storm.