Calan Stonebridge was no longer enjoying himself. The ship had taken to rocking violently and he could hear the sound of rain and wind lashing the deck. Although the Fler river was wide and usually calm, he had heard stories of freak storms raging down river from the North and wreaking havoc on ship traffic. It seemed as though the Promise of Fire was in the grip of one of those storms. He heard the sounds of retching and saw the large silent man and the woman both vomiting. He himself felt only slightly nauseous and was briefly proud of that. He braced himself as best he could against the movement of the ship and prayed that they ship was stout and could ride out the storm....
I think I'm done with this. I have a tendency to "dawdle" over a map and fuss with it for too long. I like the way this turned out. It conveys the "feeling" that I had in my head when I was thinking about the next chapter in Calan's adventure. As always feedback is requested and appreciated.
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