The force of the gale was intense, wreaking considerable damage
upon the ship in the ocean far below.
A battle was going on, Captain Cossan Birchbark knew, between
ship and storm. Outside his cabin he could already hear the ship
breaking up in the lashing seas. The battle was almost over, and
not in his favour.
The squirrel rushed to the deck of his beleaguered vessel just
as a massive bolt of lighting struck the main-mast, causing the
great ship to shudder from prow to stern. Cossan leapt nimbly out
of the way as the disengaged topsail crashed to the broken deck
before him, then cautiously made his way toward the for'ard
This particular storm had lasted twelve days yet, and one thing
any experienced captain knew was sometimes a beast …