"For fuck's sake, blow me down..." Octavius stood in his cabin, visibly tense in his office as the ship pitched in all directions. It was indeed a stormy day, lightning ripping through the starless sky. Everyone seemed to be scrambling around on deck, trying at all costs not to sink. So he sat on his bed, holding his head. "I'm sick and tired of this shit... I'm not going to leave them like that, am I?"