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Mithias gave Albert a toothy frown. The fish-person spoke up, but the vampire had no friggin idea what all the murky gurgling meant. No sooner had they had their enlightening conversation when the boat lurched from a sudden wave. The winds picked up, although there had been no characteristically darkening clouds beforehand. King yelled to get inside, and Markus jumped down from the crow's nest shouting that they were under some kind of attack. 

Mithias narrowed his eyes. The story he had been told could have been true, or it could have been an elaborate hoax to get him to buy into the hallucinations. He stared all around him like a man that had lost his mind, but little did anyone know he was seeing the hundreds of tiny spirits. He latched his claws into one of the masts so he wouldn't get tossed across the ship, but he wasn't moving toward the cabin like King had said. He didn't fear the ocean, nor the kinds of creatures he would expect to find within it. He could live without breathing, and he could swim, and fight. Cautious and rebellious, he held on and debated his next action. 

Eclipse waved his hand and magically deflected a splash of water from dousing him as he sailor-walked closer to the side the raging wind kami was approaching from. He met Markus at the back. "That's quite an angry storm that's after us. Do you see it?" He meant the red eyes of the magical spirit. "I believe I can talk it down, calm its rage. You should go in with the others. If I can't quell the summon or divert its course, I will come back."