[i]The calm before a storm...[/i]

With a heavy sigh, Seth shut his book shut, leaning back on his chair. The search for the Touch of Midas was fruitless so far, and despite the fact that they gained some information from an old fortune-teller, the crew of [i]The Siren[/i] were nowhere closer to finding it. There were only echoes a legend left, and any information was mostly a dead end. But still, the pirates persisted, dodging every obstacle thrown at them. After all, what was life without a little danger? Chasing after wealth and power that might not even exist... Such was the way of a pirate, yet after so many unyielding leads, even they would begin to lose a little hope. 

It was a calm day to be out in the sea, and with the sky was a brilliant shade of scarlet, with puffy white clouds drifting across the horizon. Their journey from place to place had been uneventful so far, which the ship's doctor was thankful for. Due to the recent lack of fights, there have been less injuries to take care of, less medicine and bandages used up. Peace was a rare instance in a pirate's life, and although people tended to get bored, Seth was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. 

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, the ship lurched sideways, tossing many of Seth's books around. With a shout of surprise, Seth rushed out of his room to the deck, only to see a sudden storm brew up, the waves growing higher every second. Rain pelted down mercilessly as the winds picked up. The brilliant red sky was no more, instead replaced by a bleak gray of swirling clouds. The ship bobbed up and down upon the large waves as it threatened to overturn, nearly knocking the young man off of his feet.

"This storm... It's not normal." Seth muttered to himself as he ran off to alert the Captain, although no doubt everyone has already realized that something was up.

[i]Red sky in morning, sailors take warning...[/i]