25 years ago. Chad was 19 years old. Traveling by ship from the elvish continent back to the human kingdom. But he wasn't alone.
"Chad, there is a storm approaching." A white-haired woman approached him with a worried smile.
Chad faced her, "That is the captain and the sailors' problem. We're but travelers now." He was right. There is nothing they can do at the moment. "Also, don't want to exhaust yourself. Go rest."
She was pregnant. The whole reason for their return to the human continent is for them to settle down.
That night, a storm hit the ship. CRACK! The ship groaned as the masts danced. The sailors rushed around like ants, scrambling to get the sails down. "It suddenly changed direction. Everyone braces yourselves." The navigators yelled from the mast top.
The captain rushed out of his cabin, only wearing pants as he was asleep. "I will hold the wheel. Get the travelers inside." He shouted, and every one replied. "AY."
