â€œEric! Thereâ€™s a storm brewing!â€ yelled Smith over the thunder of the wind.<br/><br/>â€œLetâ€™s turn her around!â€ the Prince called. â€œWeâ€™ll head towards the cove, wait out the storm.â€<br/><br/>â€œSir, I think itâ€™s too late for that. Sheâ€™s ah rollin in fast!â€ shouted Jerald, the ships first mate, pointing at the black, angry clouds crackling with lightning and booming with thunder.<br/><br/>â€œWe can make it! We just have to work together!â€ The prince swung down the nearest rope in the riggings to the main deck. He caught up the ropes and began to shift the sails on his own. He was a strong young man, stubborn at times, but meant well in all he did.<br/><br/>A few of the other sailors rushed to assist him; knowing the Prince was on board made them a bit nervous with the freak storm rushing in. If they lived... the Queen would have their heads for even allowing him out to sea, regardless if it was the princeâ€™s choice himself. He knew the dangers, but loved the sea all the same.<br/><br/>The storm rolled in so fast that there wasnâ€™t much that could be done. Eric wrapped his arms within the riggings as not to be thrown over by the vicious waves lapping at the side of the boat. He held on with all of his might. The rain cutting at his face was painful; his taunt muscles were pushed to their limits. One final heave at the sides of the boat from colossal waves and she finally tipped.<br/><br/>Ericâ€™s eyes went wide and he braced himself for impact. It did no good; he was slammed against the water, which was like hitting concrete. He lost his breath and consciousness.<br/><br/>**********<br/>Sorry for the short beginning post, I get better as the story gets deeper!