» Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:57 pm Captain Fernatil
The Tide Blade
Abecean Sea
Very Early Morning
Captain Fernatil stood at the helm of The Tide Blade wheel in hand. Around the ship a storm was raging. This storm was not a usual one, no this storm was special. Waves at least twice the height of the mast rolled beneath the ship, sending water all over deck. Only a few men braved the deck, all of them crew members. The passengers and cargo had been strapped down bellow deck, as safe as one could be in this storm.
Yet despite all of this the largest imaginable smile was plastered on the crazed Bosmer captain's face. His long, black hair flew wildly in the wind, mirroring his crazed personality. A humorous glint was afire in the mad-mer's obsidian eyes as he stared into the sea. In some odd way the Elf was taking pleasure from the madness. Knowing that navigating was nearly impossible, Fernatil gripped the wheel loosely, letting it spin whenever it wanted too. The Bosmer whispered softly to his ship, like one would to a lover.
"Ease up Tide, we stilled haff ta' make it to the heart ya' know?"
Just as he finished saying this a massive wave threatened to tip the boat over. Fernatil tightly gripped the wheel, not to steady the ship, but to keep himself on his feet. The elf grimaced to himself as one of his crew flew over-board, his screams lost in the storm. That was the third man in the last hour, before long there wouldn't be enough to properly man the ship. Another Bosmer ran nimbly up the stairs to Fernatil's side, breathing heavily and laying a hand on his captain's shoulder.
"Captain!" he shouted "I think we're nearing the eye! You better get the horn prepared, we'll only have a few seconds of time to blow it!"
Fernatil let out a thunderous laugh that was soon gobbled up by the storm.
"Don't worry mah boy! I know what ta' do and when ta' do it. Now back to the deck!"
The crew-man nodded and hopped down to the deck, manning his station again. Fernatil pulled an item from his belt, holding it high in the air. The item, hard to see through the thick sheets of rain, appeared to be a horn. The horn was made for signaling through sound, but was also a literal ram's horn. It could only be used properly in a place of great chaos, right where Fernatil was headed.
The Bosmer squinted ahead, peering over the waves and through the rain. Then he saw one great wave, at least three or four times the size of the mast.
"Hold steady!!! Here it-"
His last words were hopelessly lost in the storm, even to him. The wave plowed into the front of The Tide Blade , ripping planks from the ship and bathing the ship in water. Nearly all of the men flew off the deck, save for the captain and a few others with strong grips. Fernatil screamed into the storm like a rabid animal, feeling the sudden urge to. Then it all ended, they broke through.
For a moment Fernatil and the remaining crew stood bewildered, looking around them. The eye, they were in the eye of the storm. Walls of water and wind surrounded them, stretching as high up as the eye could see. But directly above them a dot of blue-black morning sky stood fixed in the air, clear as any other day. The oddest thing however, was the flock of gulls calmly soaring in the pocket of calm.
Captain Fernatil slowly raised the ram's horn to his lips, wetting them in anticipation. Then he closed his lips around the horn and blew a great sailor's gust into it. The sound came out like the most wretched scream on Nirn, a sound so horrendous it would make even the most battle-hardened, steel-souled man cringe in disgust and fear.
Then the scene changed, the ship just a second ago nearly-whole and in the eye of the storm, was now completely obliterated.
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Seconds later roughly 35 people wash up on the sandy, tropical beach of a quite large island. In the distance a huge mountain range watches over the palm and swamp trees. Above the whole scene, on a distant cliff, stands a black-robed figure. He takes a short gaze at the group of castaways before flashing a smile and disappearing into the tree-line.
