Whether you would call it a hurricane or a tropical storm the wind and rain of the storm were unrelenting for hours. Anything not secured was gone. Now though the sea had quieted. The Captain was still barking orders and the looks of the crew said that worse was yet to come.
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Peregrine leans over to ask one of the crew, "Are you expecting more bad weather or sea monsters. We can probably help if there's to be a fight, but fighting wind is a bit out of our realm."
"This is the eye of the storm little lordling adventurer." The eladrin replies. "You cannot fight wind you are right. The Wind is without teeth or claw, but it bites just the same. The Wind is without form but it can topple the mightiest warrior. Go below and pray to your gods. Umberlee is the sea goddess for your kind. Try her. She might listen."
Nastia comments more to the air, than anyone in particular, "Bitch.", referring to Umberlee's most common epithet. To the captain she says, "I'm willing to continue to offer my hands, but if you'd prefer the landlubbers off the deck, I will head below.". She throws a glance at her fellow Swords, gives an exasperated sigh, and waits for an answer.
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