At first the spout moved right towards the ship. But that only lasted for seconds, before it started to move to the starboard side. And then it kept on moving in that direction. The winds were picking up even more, as they were still getting closer to the waterspout. People started to just hold on to anything they could, as with these winds it was close to impossible to keep on working. Then at the 100 meter mark the giant funnel started to move away from the ship. "Hah! I was right!" Ceres exclaimed, even though no one could hear her at this point. She then turned her gaze to Octavius, a sly grin on her lips. Almost as if she was telling [i]him[/i] 'I told you so.'

After another minute or two of holding on for dear life, the worst of it was over. The waterspout had moved away far enough that the winds didn't bother them any more. Now it was just a regular storm again. The sailors all got down from the masts, trying to figure out if Ceres was either mad or a genius. Probably more mad than genius in her case. But they had survived, and compared to the wind of the waterspout, the current wind felt like a breeze to them. That just left the waves and the pouring rain, but rather than being nervous, the sailors looked focused to get out of the rest of the storm alive as well.