The captain tenses, and focuses his attention on the water surface, "Crap, it looked like one was planning on forming! Relay my message to the people near the foremast." 

Strands of hair whip him in the face, directed by strong wind. Crew members further away may not be able to pick up on orders. His eyes find the sailing master before he leans forward.

 "There's a whirlpool north of us, we're going to continue heading south, but the ship needs to straighten out first. Adjust the sails, we don't want wind catching them and blowing us north!"

He jumps over the railing onto the main deck, and crashes against the stairs, "Stupid rain."