"Heading to Weather"

"Unfurl the sails!" "Set a course!" Came a voice across the bow.
Frigid winds, tumultuous waves, a figurehead gleams upon the prow.

Lightning crash, Whirrh's breath rages, the ship begins to heel.
A shadowed form rises from the deep, ready to impose its will.

The Captain calm, clutching sailors, water churns at the Beast's behest.
Grinning wide the Captain cheers, "It seems we've found the nest!"

Ballistas loose, a sailor screams, gnashing mouths of the beast.
Rally up mates!, look alive on deck! A close call to say the least.

Weapons abound, hell rains down, the beast has ceased its churning.
Cheers rise up, rapiers held high, there lies the trophy he was yearning.

When you've found yourself "In the Weather" Progress doth abound.
Come around toward the port, set your bearings to The Crown.


Shoju Winterstorm

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chronos, in the year 818 AF.