Atana grabbed to closest line to try hoping it was attached to the ship and not the mast. As the waves rocked the ship, the mast slid. Atana heard no groans from those who were trapped beneath it as it moved a bit. The smell of gun powder filled the air, and Atana wondered how they could keep the flames lit in this much water. 

This was race to the bottom Atana started to think. Both ships were now wounded in ways that did not seem sustainable. She looked at the man who came down to notify them and asked, [color=green]"What do we do now?"[/color] This was the first exposure Atana had to naval warfare or sailing.

Atana pulled the cloak around tighter to try to stay covered and dry and continued to hold on. Watching the scene in shock.