Ossë swims swiftly through the deep, cutting through the water like a marlin. He storms away from the dwelling of Ulmo. The reprimand he received from the Lord of Water had cast a dark cloud over his mood, giving him the desire to vent his frustrations.
He raises towering waves that crash down to the sea. Clouds he summons, black and heavy, rumbling with thunder like some great beast. Rain pours down in a torrent, and lightning graces the sky.
Somewhere amidst the thunder are the cries of sailors. A ship was caught in the storm, the vicious water tearing her hull apart. He hears the crew's prayers (and their plentiful curses too). They know he is causing the storm, yet he does not care for their dismay.
"Stay thy whimpering and suffer the wrath of Ossë!"