The deck was nearly empty.
Only a handful of crew struggled against the wind, securing ropes, shouting over the growing roar of the ocean.
Further away, thunder roared as lightning left streaks of white in the clouds.
He stepped out beside her and was immediately hit by the winds which redirected around him, avoiding him.
"You came out here for this?" He asked.
She walked to the edge of the deck and leaned on the railing her gaze distant.
"You know why I'm here Atheline, " she softly said.
Atheline chuckled and also leaned against the railing his gaze on the approaching bigger cloud.
Below deck, the constant near flip of the ship was causing panic among its boarders.
Most of the doors were closed shut their warmth held within but one in particular remained slightly ajar.
Inside the woman paced, blind with frustrations and hate burning hotter than fear.
The cut on her face had left a scar, refusing to heal despite using multiple healing potions.
