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The roar of thunder boomed out across the unsettled plane of the thrashing sea.
Lightning split the black of the sky, reflecting off the billions of raindrops
that pounded like angry fists onto the splintering deck of the great and aging
ship. Blood, sweat and sea water ran in rivulets along the sodden boards, adding
to the already macabre design that had long been standard on the Flying
Dutchman. It was a harsh, unforgiving storm, one of the worst that the old
ship's crew had ever seen. And probably the worst Koleniko had ever experienced
in his short life.
Against the thrashing rain and gale-force winds, Koleniko went in bravely to
secure an escaped rigging rope that was snapping angrily like the boatswain's
whip with each gust. He groped for it blindly in the fierce rain, hoisting
himself up on the railing of the deck and risking plunging into the savage sea
below in his attempts to grab it. He gritted his teeth and snarled, spitting out
the excess water in his m