The dark stom waters rolled in and tossed the ship as the thunder struck the sea. Any crew would be terrified of these waters, but not the men of Dakvaters. The captain had tamed many a storm and the crew knew under his guidance they will live another day.

Marcus steers the ship, his face knitted in struggle

"Stay steady everyone, brace yourself" He yelled as the ship surfed over the unforgiving waves "Drop the sails!"

The first mate, Mr. Lois, brought over some sheets of paper, under his coat so that they don't get ruined in the rain. "Captain, there was a message sent by Y/n" He said, a note of urgency in his voice.

"Can it not wait, Lois!"

"Oh! don't bother. This is the fourth storm this week. I'm sure you can listen and reply to the message right now"

"Fine! What is it?"