Like a arrow flying through the air, The Angel Steve glided upon the water at a hasty speed, their destination coming closer and closer.
The weather favored them, as they sun shined warmly, the breeze guiding the ship along smoothly. It was practically the preferred sailing weather, optimized for efficient sailing.
This however, would not last long. One particular morning, upon awakening gone was the clear blue skies, replaced by a gloomy mass of cumulonimbus, or storm clouds. The calm sails were now pulling to and from with the sharp wind that was tugging them in all directions at once. Sea foam spraying up against the sides of the ship, water lapping up and over the guard rail.
It seemed a storm was upon them.