The StormThe storm raged, never ceasing, as the ship moved silently across the skies. It's huge bulk held strong against the winds, but still it moved slowly, almost pitifully off course. The Intana's crew bustled on deck, pulling the control ropes, trying to keep the ship on course. "Sir!" The First Mate called. "Johnson, you need to keep that rope steady!" The Captain bellowed. All the crew were typically bulky people, as upper body strength was essential to be able to keep a ship in the air, whether you were navigating or actually keeping the air sacs infalted. "It's not that sir! Crow's nest sees something aft!" "Tell him he is aThe Storm
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