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Storms Gathering
Jun. 14th, 2012 04:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theextrasWhen dawn breaks on the fifth day at sea, it seems for all appearances to be just another day of steady winds and a persistently glaring sun. By now everyone have found a place for themselves (some more eagerly than others). However, by midday, pale gray clouds start gathering high up in the skies, and from the east a foul wind blows.
Not even one hour later, fluffy gray is replaced by ominous black. In the far distance, the unmistakable rumble of a thunder storm. For every successively louder rumble, a flash of bright white lightning clawing at the no longer calm seas. Wherever it strikes, the water boils, cascading into taller and taller waves - waves the likes of which could all too easily make driftwood of a ship the size of the HMS Taxon. Worse yet, it's closing in.
But perhaps all is not lost quite yet. A storm is coming, but it is still some fair distance away. Maybe, just maybe, it can be steered clear of - but it would mean going off course.
And who knows what lies in wait out there, in the great unknown...
Not even one hour later, fluffy gray is replaced by ominous black. In the far distance, the unmistakable rumble of a thunder storm. For every successively louder rumble, a flash of bright white lightning clawing at the no longer calm seas. Wherever it strikes, the water boils, cascading into taller and taller waves - waves the likes of which could all too easily make driftwood of a ship the size of the HMS Taxon. Worse yet, it's closing in.
But perhaps all is not lost quite yet. A storm is coming, but it is still some fair distance away. Maybe, just maybe, it can be steered clear of - but it would mean going off course.
And who knows what lies in wait out there, in the great unknown...
