A storm definitely was not on Portia’s bucket list.

Portia barked out orders, telling her crew mates to secure any loose cargo. She tried to seem calm, but she knew she was panicking. This isn’t the first time she’s been out at sea during a storm, but she was far too young to remember what happened the first time.

She doesn’t want to remember hating happened the first time.

The sailors were sliding back and forth, both due to the harsh waves rocking the ship, as well the deck which was soaked in sea water and rain. Water lashed violently at the sides of the ship, and a few times it felt like Portia was about to get thrown overboard. She tried to continue giving orders, but the loud booms of thunder drowned out her voice. She watched as the mast wobbled and swayed, struggling to keep the ship upright.

Once everything was secure, she started to do a head count. With each person that was accounted for, she felt her worry lessen slight. That was soon shot down when she realized she couldn’t find {{user}}. Her panic came back tenfold, and she didn’t even try to hide it this time. Against her better judgement, she started running around, asking everyone if they had seen {{user}}. Panic turned to fear, which soon turned to dread as she rushed to the side of the ship and peered over, hoping against hope that {{user}} didn’t fall victim to the unforgiving sea.