And It Turns For the Worse

The main deck.

Achilles opened the door leading outside the cabin and looked up to the sky. He scrunched his eyebrows for a moment as he thought:

'It will turn dark within a few hours...'

The thunderstorm from earlier had long gone and the dark clouds that created a veil of darkness covering the sky had been chased away. The sun could now shine its faint light on the blue sea once more, but not for much time.

The world would soon be filled with the impenetrable darkness once again which urged Achilles to move fast. He jogged toward the sails first and looked up. He saw two werewolves who were busy releasing the sails and nodded. 

Then he went to the wheels where there was a tiny old man who possessed a depressing aura around him. His presence made the old man stop what he was doing and greeted him briefly:

"Hey, lad."

Achilles bobbed his head before standing next to the old man. He questioned after a moment: