The clouds began to darken as rain began to plummet from the sky. What had begun to seem to be light had gradually become heavy as the heavens roared with thunder.
Captain Righthook held a hand over his brows as his face grimaced. But, as an experienced traveller of the Seas, his expression became neutral as his relaxed posture on the wheel became firm.
Nearlo, who had been arguing with him previously, looked up towards the sky before sheltering himself with his arms. His agitated face hardened as he hissed, "Why had the weather suddenly transform into such a horrible one!?"
"You better get down from my stern and onto the deck, matey... I got a bad feeling brewing inside my tum-tums..."
Nearlo, seeing the Captain's serious expression, immediately dashed down the stairs and onto the deck. If someone as strong as the Captain had warned him of a bad feeling, it must definitely be bad...
