Ch. 041: Dreams of Old

It was stormy.

No-one could’ve seen it coming, but a cascade of water had suddenly started pouring from the before-so-clear skies. Furthermore, a harsh wind from the west was whipping up waves so tall they reached five ships’ railings. However, the ships upon which the skies were crying, kept sailing forth, as their crews appeared wholly unbothered by the hellish weather above their heads.

“O’ great storm! Would you keep quiet for just one minute?!” someone shouted from inside the largest ship’s cabin. “This map is crude enough as is, and if some goddamn storm makes me spill rum on it there’ll be hell to pay!”

None of the crewmen outside the cabin minded the angry outburst.

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