Ruben awoke very early that morning to the ringing of the bell. "All hands on deck! It's a big fuckin' storm!" He heard one of them call, and he could feel the jolting of the ship. He leapt up onto his feet, no time to get dressed. He merely pulled on a pair of pants and made his way out, pushing his way through on the ship. The ground was slick with a mix of rain and sea water, the winds were heavy, and a majority of the crew were running around in a helpless panic. He began bellowing orders, and they seemed to calm in a sense of duty, doing as he ordered. He took to the wheel, his grip tight as he tried to steer his beloved ship through the stormy waters.