The great mushroom cloud of grey cloud rises ominously. I look at my sword and the redness has already spread down its tip. Raven flies in the skies above me and his wind bellows the sails.
The stormy sea picks up and I make our waves push forward. I hang out over the edge of the crow’s nest. Wind in my face and sea spray in my lungs. I am ready for the next adventure. Ready for life.