Time seemed to move in a series of stutter steps punctuated by flashes of lighting and periods where the waters seemed to close over them. Only for the first few such flashes was their any sign of the ship, first listing heavily to port, then sliding broad side into the waves and then gone save for the occasional bits of flotsam and jetsom which polluted the waves. Emmaline kicked and thrashed, she wasn't a strong swimmer but she was able to stay afloat long enough to catch hold of a large wooden hatch cover which had been shaken lose in the final moments of destruction before the Tilean frigate had become one with Mannan. Handles of ancient worn leather furnished hand grips and they both clung on for dear life. The roar of the was appocalyptic and the wind whiped water off the foaming sea at such a pressure that even breathing above water was a challenge. Emmaline found she had to cover her mouth with her arm to avoid from being half drowned. She kept a grip on Amal, tangling his hand in the strap and binding it around him. After several attempts she managed to incant a spell, originally intended to keep noxious vapor out of an alchemists mouth, to keep him from drowning in the saturated air. 

How long the storm raged was impossible to tell. There were no stars visible and the pounding waves made her senses uncertain. At one point she lost consciousness and awoke with a start to find herself, to her infinite, relief, still tethered to the catch cover. Amal too was still securely attached, breathing through the spell she had worked in her sleep, she offered a prayer of thanks to Apsath that the enchantment had not failed when she slipped into unconsciousness. When the seas finally began to calm she hauled herself up on top of the hatch and collapsed once again. Strange dreams came to her as she slept, visions of strolling the streets of Altdorf while Amal stole Karl Franz' pocket watch, strange barren tundras and far away places, snarling Araybian Gods playing cards with Sigmar while Ranald offered advice.

"Wake up," Amal's voice sounded in her ear and Emmaline sat up to tell him that stealing Karl Franz' watch really wasnt a great idea, only to find herself sitting atop the hatch cover, stark naked with a gently rolling sea extending in all directions. The sun was just over the horizon but there were enough clouds in the sky to keep it from broiling them alive. Amal was equally naked she noticed, and while the sight was still impressive, it lost some of its romance given they were adrift somewhere in the ocean with no food, no clothes and no supplies.

"It isn't as bad as all that," Amal was quick to point out, obviously catching something of the sudden panic stealing over her space. She opened her mouth to ask how but as she did so the carpet they had stolen from the sorcerer in Araby floated sedately from the sky to land beside them. It was soaked and bedraggled looking and Emmaline got the impression it was very tired but she had never been more relieved to see anything in her life. Or at least she hadn't been until a cobra slithered up out of the water took a moment to give her an irritated glance and then coiled around her wrist becoming a golden bracelet wrought in the form of a serpent. A serpent that still looked rather put out.

"Did you see anything?" Amal was asking the carpet. The carpet seemed to shake itself in the negative and then slump into exhausted inanimacy. Emmaline blew some of her soaking wet hair out of her face and sat back glumly, folding her arms beneath her bare breasts.

"Well, I had a lovely evening but it took rather a sharp turn at the end there," she joked weakly.