Ch. 674 Happy about having bad luck?

*Rumble*

Dark ominous clouds were forming on the horizon in the distance and every soul in the fleet knew what that meant. They would be sailing right into a storm. With as fast as it was forming, it was likely to be a rather nasty one even though they were just two hours away from the safety of the harbor they disembarked from.

"Bahh, it's closing fast. Don't think that dropping anchor and waiting it out is much of an option as we will be caught up in it regardless. Turning round and heading back to land tis gonna be not good neither. Winds no in our favor fer doin that. What say you Cap'n?"

The old salty dog was about as dumb as a box of rocks when it came to most things, but he had saltwater in his veins and could read the wind better than a bird and sniff out a storm brewing ten miles away with a head cold. Magell Dar Warborn just called him old weather rocks most of the time.