855 Storm

The storm that engulfed 'The Northern Gale' was like a living entity, a furious beast unleashed upon the sea. Thunder roared above and lightning crackled, striking the water around them and illuminating the dark. Massive waves, like towering walls of water, crashed against the ship, each impact sending the boat smashing into the water.

Captain Jorvik stood at the helm and steered the ship with narrowed eyes and clenched fists. 

His experienced hands gripped the wheel tightly as he navigated through the tumultuous waters. 

"Steady now!" Jorvik bellowed above the howling wind. "Keep her course true!"

A crewman, drenched from the rain, called back, "Aye, Captain! Holding as steady as she'll go!"

Another sailor, securing the rigging, shouted, "Waves on the starboard side, Captain! They're massive!"

Jorvik glanced at the approaching walls of water, his jaw set. "Brace for impact! And keep an eye on those sails. We can't afford them tearing now!"