The raiders never stood a chance. The adventures cleaved through the norscans as if they were nothing more than practice dummies. They were desperate, and fought to the last, dragging not a few unfortunate sailors down with them, and those who fled found, instead of the skeleton crew they'd left, twelve dead bodies, and a blood splattered elf. They took their chances on the ship. The looks the crew give you from across the blood slicked deck range from fear to awe, clearly, the adventurers they had taken before would not have done quite so well as you on the pitching, rolling deck. From the looks they were giving you before the fight, you reckon half of them were expecting you to just start throwing up. This may have been the case with fortune, but luckily for him, he was busy being heroic.

The captain is not quite so impressed. "What are you gawking at? So they can fight, that's what they're supposed to do, and sigmar help them if they can't, because he sure as hell didn't help the rest! If you haven't noticed, were still in the middle of a storm with a hole in the hull and bodies all over the deck, MOVE IT!" The sailors soon scatter to various jobs, despite the fact that at least a quarter, perhaps as many as half of the crew, are slumped lifeless on the deck. They are chucked over the side with the raiders.

Despite worries, it is actually only an hour until the storm blows over, and the hole in the hull is hurriedly patched with loose planks of wood, enough to sustain you until you get to port. Ironically, the longship might have made it had it simply ridden out the storm, but such is the way of the sea. Its smooth sailing all the way to Lustria.

[centre] [i]Fortune[/i] [/centre]

You are still recovering on deck when Alison timidly steps into the light, shading her eyes from the initial glare of the sun. She's looking a little worse for wear, her red dress is still creased and crusted with salt, and her face is haggard, she's probably been throwing up the entire storm. Somehow, her hair is still immaculate. This contradicts all laws of reality. She locks eyes with you and her lips crease into a smile. Then Darren scoops her up in a huge bear hug, lifting her of the ground and swinging her round and round. She looks as surprised as you. "Alison! Thank Sigmar, I thought you were dead, when you went over the edge, and I couldn't do anything, and then this man....ah." It is at this point he realises what he may have interrupted. "Right. Come on Alison, you've got studying to do. Remember those books I set you to read?"
"But you didn't set me any..."
"Yes, I did. Now come."
He half led, half dragged her by the hand back into the ship. You get the impression that she's probably not supposed to be involved in any....relationships.
Whether that stops you or not is for you to decide.