As the flying ship continued its journey, the weather began to deteriorate. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, and the wind picked up. The sea became choppy, the waves crashing against the ship's hull.
Orpheus and Luna, who had been enjoying the calm weather, were soon unsettled by the growing storm. The ship pitched and rolled, the passengers clinging to their seats.
The storm raged on for hours, the wind howling and the rain pouring down. The ship was battered by the waves, its sails torn and its hull leaking.
Luna huddling in her cabin, her heart pounding with fear. She could hear the terrified screams of the passengers, and the sound of the ship creaking and groaning.
It seemed as if the ship would not survive the storm. But then, just as it seemed that all hope was lost, the storm began to subside. The wind died down, and the rain stopped. The sea calmed, and the ship was no longer being tossed about.
