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When the seventh day dawns, the sky darkens, the clouds an ominous shade of grey. The thunderous clap that had once sounded so very far away now rattles the Black Tide with every boom. The sea surges angrily, swelling around the boat and threatening to breach the top deck. Wind howls, like a train's whistle. The top deck becomes almost impossible to navigate.

The gentle tap of rain becomes heavy and incessant. The ship rocks with the waves, but determinedly continues to cut through the choppy water.