and a few fluffy clouds spotted the sky. It was going smooth and even though there was plenty to do, Shaz found it hard to keep his attention on his new duties. It wasn't like him to shirk his focus, but with all the voices in his head and the sword constantly humming at his side, he was disorganized and scattered.
By early afternoon on the second day, a heavy gale came on in an adverse direction. Captain Yerild had the top-gallant masts and yards struck to make the ship ride more easily. As the day advanced, the violence of the wind increased. The men worked hard, having to draft off one another in order to move around the ship. Much to their dismay, every effort to manage the ship was in vain. The clouds increased, darkening from every corner of the sky. The winds continued to blow harshly tearing at the sails and spewing sprawling bursts of waves.
"Shaz, Riddick get below deck now," Captain Yerild yelled.
His voice boomed over the waves.
"We can help," Riddick said.
"Not on my ship. I won't be losing passengers."
He slammed his foot against the ship, bracing his body as his white knuckles gripped the helm.
"Let's go," Shaz said.
Riddick shot him a surprised glare, but agreed when he understood the expression on Shaz’s face. They managed the wind and the tossing of the ship to the hatch.
"It's not fair," Riddick said as they reached the galley.
He slumped into a booth and threw his arms across his chest.
"I don't like it either, but he's the captain,"
The ship continued to sway and jolt from side to side. Ole’ Baggins and a few other sailors secured the stove and cooking tools. Jagwynn whined and gripped the wood floors with her claws. Riddick became sea sick from all the jostling about and had to concentrate hard on not retching. Shaz tried to comfort Jagwynn and Riddick, but found it hard not to become sick himself.
Blasts of torrential wind and rain scourged the ship. It wasn’t long until it had become a perfect hurricane. Shouts of panic echoed through the ship. Fifty and sixty foot waves crashed around the ship. A loud crack rippled through the ship's bow, leaving an eerie echo in its wake.
"I can't take it anymore," Shaz jumped from his seat and toward the hatch. Riddick leapt from his seat right behind him. "Riddick, we have got to get to the surface. Help me with this hatch,"
Riddick leapt onto the ladder behind Shaz. They heaved and pulled. They managed to twist the crank just enough to squeeze their hands through the opening. After several long pulls and shoves, the hatch buckled and the wood shot out in all directions. A blast of cold wet air hit them in the face. They hurried out of the lower hold and onto the deck.
A sudden chill ran deep into their bones. The wind whipped around them in a cacophony of twists and gusts. The rain thrust around so hard that it stung their skin like needles. Shattered wood from casks and crates and a tangled mess of ropes flung around in the heavy wind. They grabbed hold of the bulwark rails and leaned into the wind. They managed to make their way to the helm. They were nearly parallel to the ship as the wind brought the ship up in a sideways tilt. William scurried out from the bollard pole with two ropes.
"Tie these around your waist," he yelled.
"What? I can't hear you," Riddick yelled back.
William mimicked tying the rope around his waist and handed them the ropes. They fastened them around their waists. Another loud crack echoed through the ship, sending a shivering wave through the floor. An immensely large wave rose from the starboard side, several fathoms into the air. It gained speed as it rushed toward the ship.
Men yelled over the wind trying to warn each other. Shaz and Riddick leapt toward the main mast to grab onto whatever they could. The wave crashed into the ship, twisting and gnawing at the already stressed planks. The wave disappeared back into the sea, taking several men with it. A dreadful sadness filled the air.
William clung to the