Find the witch on the ship

"There are people. I think the person is one of them," Hera looked at the person who was drifting down in the sea with a shocked look. Why was this person not trying to live? Hera thought, and for an experienced siren like her, it wasn't hard to know that this so-called storm that was brewing in the sea was for these two people.

"Hera!" Hera felt her hand being grabbed before she was pulled out of the storm. 

Artemis pulled her out to save her from drifting away further with the storm. 

No. That's not what happened. Artemis didn't save her from the storm. The storm left her. The storm went for that person. And it wasn't going there to harm that person drowning. The storm engulfed the person like it was protecting them from all kinds of marine life.

"Where are you looking? Quickly, let's go," Artemis said, and Hera felt herself being pulled away to a further distance, the storm making it hard for her to see anything.