A large figure stood at the wheel of the ship, the wailing winds and harsh waves surrounding him seemed to have no effect on his stance. His matted hair blew one way then the other as the wind changed direction yet he kept focused through it all. Kristion had long come use to sailing a ship and the harsh conditions that came with it. His eyes stayed locked on the sea as he stirred through the ruff waters, that was seemingly coming alive around them. He only broke his gaze to check if the crew were doing there damn job, it wouldn't be the first time the bastards tried to slack off. Kristion gritted his teeth slightly as he stirred the ship against the waves.