- POV General -
The sea had calmed down, the sky was still gray but the waves were much smaller and the rain was only partial. The storm had passed even though the weather was still ugly and cold after the wrath of the ocean that the crew had to cross. The deck was littered with pieces of wood, broken barrels, water and a multitude of belongings all scattered around, once again a symbol of what they had been through.
Achi was leaning against the mast with Kali and Mysie who had come down, the two women helping her to cover herself so as not to be cold. Buggy and Douggy were lowering the sails, which luckily had not been torn, while Lucas and Edward were replacing the yardarm. Near the stairs, Joe was finishing his conversation with Hestia just before she dismissed him to walk briskly to the stairs leading to the hold.
