<span style="font-weight: bold">The Elemental Galleon <span style="font-style: italic">Swiftwind</span></span><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140405220554/eberron/images/thumb/1/16/Elemental_galleon.png/530px-Elemental_galleon.png">http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2014 ... alleon.png</a>m<br/><br/>Swiftwind sweeps out of Adder Bay without incident, the great ring of her bound elemental churning the waters behind the vessel into a white froth. By midafternoon, you’ve rounded the southern tip of the Q’barran peninsula and turned north-east. “She’s eager,” Captain Toren says, petting the Swiftwind’s elemental helm affectionally, “we’re making good time.” Night falls as the Q’barran mainland sweeps by the port side, the great towering menace of the Volcano of Hakatorvhak silhouetted against the setting sun. The following day dawns hot and lazy, Swiftwind no more than rocked by the swells as she races through the Tempest Straight, but the distance is vast, and the sun is already far past its zenith, and the warm afternoon air is touched with the ocean chill as Tempest Isle replaces the choppy waters of Stormwreck Bay off the port bow. The Lyrandar watchstander at the helm confers, briefly, with one of his comrades - and soon Captain Toren is on deck, nursing and cajoling the wheel. “The currents hearabouts are said to be tricky,” he explains. “Nothing she can’t handle - but she’s unsettled.”<br/><br/>Even the memory of mighty Hakatorvhak doesn’t greatly lessen the menace of the far closer and more intimate Tempest Isle. A monolith of black volcanic stone reaches skyward from the sea, its peak crowned in swirling, looming stormclouds, spitting lightning and shouting thunder, and its winds make the seas treacherous a mile away from the island’s shores, white-capped waves beat futilely against the mountain’s feet. Some say that storm giants, refugees from Xen’drik’s ancient wars, live on the mountain and maintain the storm to keep their old foes at bay. Other rumors speak of a pirate wizard who arrived on the island with his captain and crew. Whatever the truth, daring adventurers sometimes boast and plot to braving its shores in search of treasures ancient or modern - few, if any, are ever heard from again.<br/><br/>On-deck only<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">There’s a short, strangled cry from the port lookout, which quietens almost instantly into a low moan. Enough, at least to draw the attention of his starboard companion. Quite casually, they climb the rail - one stripping his shirt as he does so, the other already barechested - and dive elegantly into the waters below.</div></div></div>