It was dark, with the moon nowhere to be found.
The impending dusk had already succumbed into the night. The world was, yet again, void of bathing soft light illuminated by the moon. Rain poured from the dense, grey clouds that loomed across the vast oceans. Thunder echoed on the entirety of the space. The sailing ship that was alone in the middle of the sea rocked from the lofty waves sent by the strong winds turning the sea the sailor's enemy. The burbling of water against the hull signified that the carrack was still moving, but was it moving to its destination? The rain was heavy in the oceans as tides seemed to be more erratic and wild. Many fishermen and small, sailing boats sunk from this kind of heavy rain—but merchant ships such as carracks often survived the anger of the sea.
