Thread:Argali1/@comment-26084195-20170405024010/@comment-26084195-20170405185317

The winds how around the Froglok vessel, as thirty foot waves crashed against the bow.

"Captain!" The helmsman shouted over the din of the elements. "We'll never make it! Karana and Prexus themselves seek to pull our vessel to the depths!"

"Keep going! We can make it!" The captain stood on deck. "Hold fast, brothers and sisters! By the grace of Marr we will prevail!"

"For the glory of Marr!" The crew shouted in response, and pulled the boat toward the continent noticed in the distance.

The next day, the exhausted crew dragged themselves along the beach, attempting to recover some of the driftwood from their shattered vessel.