Elizabeth
William "The merchant"
Southern sea

The boat was dragged up a larger ship, a sea storm having begun not long before. William was running around shouting orders to his employees, several flags being raised accross the merchant ship... Waves hit it's front and it's side, and the small object that held one of William's workers and Ichabod would not have endured long down there.

"ICHABOD! OH, ICHABOD, IT IS YOU!"

The man shouted, rushing over to the boy and grabbing him in his arms, a tear sliding through his cheek masked by the heavy rain above them. Letting go, he motioned for the lad to get inside of the captain's room.

"It is all going to be fine, Ichabod! Trust me on this, I am going to have you get anything you ask for, you little spoiled lad!" He joked "Now go on, before we topple—"

The ship went to the side, almost getting into the water as William fell against the wooden counter, using his body to block Ichabod from falling outside if so was to happen.

Meanwhile, men ran around, several with buckets with which they constantly used to throw water off. It was alarming how that ship was not going to hold for much longer—they needed to get to some shore, somehow.

Sure enough, an island was seen in the distance, but there still were a few miles in the way of shore.

"Wait, you are hurt? Ichabod, you little lad—I will give you a sermon later, just GET INSIDE!"

A chunk of the boat was torn off as it hit a rock, several whales being seen close to the ship as they delved deep into the ocean to avoid the storm.
John
Ichabod Sigmar
Southern Sea.

Ichabod felt his body thrown around as William yelled and laughed, feeling his arms protecting him. His head was still echo-y, though, and the sounds of the storm encompassed Ichabod with fear as the boat was beginning to be ripped apart. 

"William I... I-I-I have a..." He didn't really get to speak much as he was yelled at to get inside. He jumped a little but was just too out of it to rebel for once. He was bounced around a bit before falling to the deck, making his way with difficulty toward the cabin. 

He cussed a little, but thankfully the waves crashing against the ship covered his profanity as he was inches from the good handle only to be launched away from it as the ship went over a large wave. 

"MotherfuAHHHH!" He screamed as he was jostled against a few barrels and ropes by the door, head first with his feet sticking up put of the pile.
Elizabeth
William "The merchant"
Southern Sea

The merchant saw his... Son?...Get tossed around, and used the corners of the ship to get to him, but eventually slipped on a pile of water, hitting his head against the floor as the mast collapsed upon a sailor, who was thrown off instantly to the sea of sharks below. Crimsom filled the waters not long after, and extending his hand over for Ichabod to take it, William's vision went black.

The island could be seen nearby as the ship hit against the waves, and the sailors kept going unconscious or dying as the minutes went on.

Their only hope was going to be stranding.
John
Ichabod Sigmar
Southern seas

Ichabod crawled out of the ropes to see William's limp body sliding across the deck. His eyes widened, but... The book. The fucking book! He kicked himself toward the door and grabbed onto it, pulling himself inside as the waves brought the ship up. He ran as hard as he could *Up* The steep incline, opening the chest and finding purchase on the leather waterproof skin that was encasing the book that William had taken him in for in the first place. As he grabbed it, holding it close to his chest, the ship breached the wave and he was lifted into the air, before being slammed down against the floor and falling into darkness, clutching the book close to his chest even when he lost consciousness.