Your men moved as swift as the eastern winds as they loaded up the plunder onto the ship, drew anchor, and sailed off from the fishing hamlet. And not a moment too soon. Most of the ships were heading straight for the hamlet however one of the orcish warships. It's mast had crossed axes and it seems like it was giving chase, so Nyx threw a gust of wind into the sails to give the ship much needed speed. Everyone else was busy manning the riggings and making sure the sails were catching as much wind as they could, but soon Hurrik shouted down towards you from the crows nest. "Captain! Storm's coming!"

Sure enough the southern clouds were growing dark, with streaks of lightning in the distance. It wouldn't be long before the Kraken would be caught in the storm. There was time yet to avoid it, however the orcish warship seemed to be doing the same. It was going to put the crew in a tight spot: they either try to brave the storm, or try to avoid it at the risk of sailing close enough to that warship that it may get into range to battle. And if the battle raged for too long, the storm may catch up to the two ships regardless. The crew looked towards you for your orders, for once you set them down a path there was no turning back.