The storm hit them full force and he shut his eyes trying to hold onto the anchor that dangled from the creaking hull. Donta opened his eyes when he started to hear a beautiful tune, rising up to peer over the edge of the deck. The Captain was playing a flute.<br/><br/>Below them, the water churned and he could see a dark shadow appear beneath the ship. Whatever it was, it was huge. There was a sudden jolt as the beasts back connected with the bottom of the ship and they shot forward through the storm at blinding speeds. The anchor began swaying wildly and banging into the hull, making this grip slip from the rusted metal and he was sent flying upwards, over the railing and he landed rather roughly on the deck. Sliding because of the velocity, he slipped past a broken banister and landed in a large empty barrel just behind the Captain. The barrel then oddly rolled around and righted itself with Donta sprawled on the bottom, unable to move.<br/><br/>He felt the ship slow and eventually stop, the howling winds outside died down. Things went quiet enough to hear the Captain curse.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"NO! NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO! she shouted in frustration as her mast snapped. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"</span><br/><br/>What had happened? Why was she cross? He suddenly heard another voice..<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“You!” <br/><br/>“Yes?”<br/><br/>“I want you to gather a few people and begin working on repairing what you can of the ship, to the best of your ability.”<br/><br/>“But the mast is completely gone! It was ripped right off the ship!”<br/><br/>“And?”<br/><br/>“I don’t think--”<br/><br/>“It will be done. Today. Get this ship straightened up by this evening with what resources we have, or I’ll skin you all alive and use your hide as a replacement for the sails.”</span><br/><br/>The mast? Gone? What happened? He heard a groan in the hull beneath him and he tried to move, squirming inside the barrel to try and get his legs under him but he was having a hard time. The barrel shook oddly but he couldn't get it to tip over. He gave up finally and sighed heavily, when his stomach grumbled and shook the barrel once more. There was no way out of this now. He had to.<br/><br/>"Um, a little help here! Please?" he called out.