Behind me, cannon fire trailed the sky missing their mark; ahead, a curtain of rain, the wind dragging us towards it.

Of Red, only his bright eyes could be seen on the dark under the deck.

I dropped the sail and closed the canvas, what little light there was, it was now gone, and darkness surrounded me.

Slowly my eyes adjusted and the faint green from the instruments became visible.

Soon we reached rain, the air suddenly becoming cold.

Red now moved from his hiding place, curling on my lap, breathing softly, sharing what little warm he could.

There was nothing else to do. Tonight, I will let the winds guide us.

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