--TIMESKIP--

With Sir Landon neutralized by the ronin, the rest of the day, afternoon, and evening went fairly smoothly, with few notable events to disturb the ship as it sailed along peacefully towards its destination. Towards the late evening, a light rain had started to drizzle down on the deck from dark gray clouds above--nothing concerning, though it did rile up the waves a bit, causing the ship to wobble more than usual. By midnight, the drizzle had evolved into a heavy rain, but all was still steady enough, nothing the captain and crewmates hadn't seen before.

Below deck in the hammock area, mostly everyone was asleep at this point, their snores drowned out by the pattering of rain on wood. The little girl from the family of three however was very much awake, curled up in her parents' arms looking frightened by the troubling weather. Sir Landon had begun to stir awake as well, mumbling something in the darkness of his cabin, his page sound asleep in the other bed. In an adjacent cabin, Lady DeVespe was having a bit of trouble sleeping, tossing in her bed, her servant keeping an eye out for her.

It was a bumpy, disquieting night, but everything seemed relatively alright... until suddenly, the crack of thunder struck the surface of the ocean near the ship, causing the waves to enter a riotous tumult. The first boom was followed by more, as the ship's turbulence worsened. Tables and chairs were being knocked down, sliding to one side, then the other, and random food items and miscellaneous objects were rolling about on the ground. Even crewmates were falling out of their hammocks, their alarm and unease evident.

The little girl was crying loudly at this point, her parents trying to calm her, if not themselves. Yelling could be heard on deck, the waves having gotten so chaotic that large amounts of water were being splashed on-board, the crewmates hurriedly trying to mitigate the situation. The captain was on deck, trying his best to steer the ship to face the waves and plow through them safely, but things only seemed to be getting worse, the waves crashing against the ship's hull with increasing intensity. The old man was on deck was well, doing what he could do help, feeble as he looked. Up above in the midnight sky, the storm clouds loomed, glowing a strange and ominous purple, as devastating bolts of lightning crashed down all around the vessel.

When a stray bolt hit the side of the ship, the sharp crack of breaking wood was unmistakable, as the ship was sent into a violent swing, sending several crew members tumbling over the railing into the stormy depths below. There was now also a breach on the side of the vessel, seawater pouring into the dining area below deck. Crewmates frantically rushed to try to plug the break, but slowly the water was still leaking in, with no easy way to be disposed. Lady DeVespe and her guard rushed out of their cabin, trying to do what they could to help control the invading water which was slowly rising to ankle-height in the dining room.

Panic was in full swing, crew members and passengers alike yelling and scampering about the deteriorating ship, being thrown around by the raging sea. And things only seemed to be getting desperately worse by the moment...