Matt stepped out of his cabin, and was nearly blown back in by the strong winds. The crew were scrambling to get things tied down, and the sails were creaking dangerously. The young man clasped his free hand to his hat, and struggled onto the deck. The First Mate, Seth, came by, and Matt hailed him. "I'm sorry, sir! I'm afraid I couldn't see this one coming! These things usually give at least some warning!" He was forced to yell, and even then, the words were nearly lost in the gale. Rain pelted down, making it hard to see anything. Matt gestured towards the captain's cabin with the papers clutched in his right hand. "I've got something to show you and the captain!"