Dark clouds are changing the day into night. No sunlight can find a way through it. On the horizon you can see clouds forming two black and threatening looking eyes that seems to focus on the ship. The weather is showing the unsettled power of the force of nature. For a moment rain is falling with the opposing gusts in a high speed. All persons on top deck feel really uncomfortable. The ship crew squeezes their eyes to not get blinded by the windstorm. The rain hurts your face like little needles and causes you pain. You lift your ellbow, trying to protect your face. Going further step by step you hardly manage to keep the balance on the wet slippery surface on top deck and the swaying ship. It breaks through the wall of water so the nose of the ship dives before it rises again, again and again. Huge waves bounce against the planks and froth up just to drizzle over the poor creatures on board.
As you go further to reach the captain you can see sailors who work hard to bring down some ropes and small sails to lift other sails, bigger ones. Other crew mates seem weird in the things they ´re doing. They pour bottles of rum into the water. Others are throwing bottles that are filled with inflamed wicks. The dark sea swallows up the flaming bottles but the liquid of the bottles spreads out a burning film on the surface.
Everyone seems to be crazy. The sailors are laughing, drinking and singing hymns to the god of chaos… or rather morbid chanties. All in all to the swaying of the ship and the thunderous waves it seems everything is going into a disaster.
The captain approaches beside you and chuckles amused about the theatrical scene. Her voice raises to not get drowned by the loud noise of the sea and the storm.
„Ya wanna know wha´we´re doin´, hrm? We´re goin´t´pass Nargún´s teeth so he may not be happey ´bout tha´. He´s tha god ´f chaos, he IS tha chaos. So wha´coul´make him happey? We´re givin´him wha´he wants! Mey hope he loves our home made „rum“! AHAHAHAHA!!!!“
Katoscha is referring to the burning misterious bottles. She chuckles in a crazy way as if she starts to get too big for her boots. Then she takes a sip of her bottle that smells of rum and tramps closer to her crew.
„Ya stinkey fishwives! Get readdey for tha tooth gap! “
The ship approaches the black ominous sharp cliffs. They seem to bar their way as the cliffs look close to you in the dark day. Indeed you can surpringly see a gap between two cliffs that may be suitable enough to pass the barrier through it but the sight is obviously hindered by the rainy and cloudy twilight. The cliffs itselves also seem to absorb more daylight.
Commands are issued and the crew is reacting really fast but the thundering noise of the waves that collide with the cliffs don´t make it easy to communicate. It becomes darker and louder…
As they passed the barrier an unexpected calmness is suddenly present. A cold breeze in your back neck feels like the final sign of the parting. If you don´t believe in imaginations you will perceive a quiet and smug chuckling voice in the breeze.
Nargún has answered their prayers and has accepted their offerings.
Now the crew sails a much easier way on the calm side of the Nargúndouhl but all on board are feeling much more exhausting and relieved at the same time.
It´s just a matter of a few days until the ship reaches the desired destination.