You awoke one stormy night to the smell of salt water in the air, you are on a ship, not a big ship, nor a small ship, though decent enough for long voyages, you hear waves smashing against the hull, thunder crashing, and the sounds of crewmen yelling and skuttling about.
You are the ship capitans son, in your quarters, you know you want to leave to help the crewmen and your father weather the storm, but your father has ordered you to remain in your cabin until the storm passes.
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