James rowed through the heavy downpour while his gaze locked over his shoulder where broken off planks of wood floated through the thick, heavy waves. The horizon looked as though it were afire from the crackling blaze within the distance. He couldn't see which ship had met its end, but he hoped his captain was victorious. Turning around and glimpsing straight ahead, the third in command gestured for Pudge to row faster while the women slept, hopefully before the storm completely picked up from the east.
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