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The ship was a galley class already laden with cargo and crew hands by the time you returned to board. There was no figurehead at the bow of the ship. The day wore on and it was told to you to expect the voyage to last the better part of a month. You were given a room for the money while others had crew quarters. The captain was a strange one with one eye and a few gold teeth Crossing the ocean was no easy task for even en experienced captain but the reputation was the captain had a secrete way to cross unopposed by the denizens of the deep. The sails were unfurrowed and the anchor was raised. The ship was larger then most measuring nearly 360ft from aft to bow. She was 60ft across. Hosting almost double the sail of those around her. Cargo was heavy laden some was even lashed to the deck. The water was higher then it should be coming up and over the mid point. There were thirty hands and the captain. The ship was no speed queen of the water the ship creaked as the captain spun the wheel turning her into the wind and away from shore.

soon the land was swallowed by the horizon and the sails had a full hold on the wind. The waves crashed into the keel and the weight of the cargo worked to keep her in the water despite the force of the wave. The ship hands were doing various curse wards then returning to their posts or chores. The captain at the helm keeping the ship ahead of the wind. The one good eye a narrow slit scanning the waters ahead.