Yrsula pressed her hands hard against two seals at a time on the large dashboard - but each time she'd power one sigil, another would need to be activated. It rapidly devolved into a bad game of catch-up as she tried with all of her speed to hit each different sign as the ship rocked back and forth violently.
If only there had been some sort of railing for her to hold onto - then it would have been so easy for her to not slip and slide across the floor - but each time she pulled herself back up, she was thrown down again by another hard push from the ocean waves.
This time though, when she hit the wooden planks, she felt many splinters of wood dig into her palm. The pain only registered momentarily, but with her adrenaline high and the stakes even more so, she ignored it and slammed her palm against the sigil that empowered the shield that pulsed through the wood with magical streams of purple and now gold light.
