As the ship rocked against the mighty winds, the hull groaned and protested as the wooden ship moved forcefully over dunes of sand. He could hear a snap and winced, wondering which mast has snapped while the winds continued to grate at the ship like sandpaper. And all Rain could think of was how royally screwed they were.
And somewhere through the creaking ship and the howling rattle of the winds, a woman's voice could be heard.
"Hello? Captain???? Russo... What's going on there? Is everything okay???"
