A Storm Is Enough to Quench An Ambition

The Summer Sea, 270 AC

6 days after sailing

[Yaprak zo Loraq]

It has been 6 days and we already encountered many problems in the sea. Faced many storms, but my ship won the victory in the end. Although my crew was made up of slaves, they fought the storm quite well. It proved that my silk was exchanged with skilled sailors. And of course, as a captain, I proved that I was created for seas. As a brave leader would do, I commanded the ship with confidence.

And here I am, will face against dark clouds gathered ominously on the horizon. The wind whispered with an eerie melody, warning of an approaching tempest. The crew sensed the impending danger, their hearts heavy with apprehension. I, however, remained resolute, determined to guide my ship and crew through the brewing storm. This was not my first struggle against storms and will not be the last.

The waves grew taller, crashing against the sides of the ship like giants' fists. The howling wind tore at the sails, threatening to rip them apart. The once mighty ship was tossed and turned, as if in a fierce battle against nature's wrath. And, at this moment I understand, we fucked up.

Despite their valiant efforts, the crew struggled to maintain control. Fear gripped their hearts, but they clung to hope, believing in that I can create some sort of miracle. I stood tall, my eyes fixed on the horizon, searching for a glimmer of solace. But, I'm screaming for help inside, trying not to show my trembling hands.

With each passing moment, it became clear that this storm was unlike any we had ever encountered. Hope left us alone, we are moving with our instincts.

"Do not be afraid! We will get through this, like the ones that we did."

"We will go to the western lands and, I will give freedom to the bravest one."

"To the others, the best whores of Lys will serve you. Just hold on a little longer."

I tried to raise morale but I am certain that no one heard me. Thunder roared above, shaking the ship to its core. All of our beliefs were extinguished. Some of the slaves started to laugh like crazy men. Some of them crying. I too started to both laugh and cry.

'All things were great, I was going to be the richest man who ever lived.'

'My perfect plan was ready and I was carrying the plan.'

'Just one storm was enough to destroy them all.'

'Why did this happen to me? Why?'

'My parents died in the sea and I will too die in the sea.'

'Why Gods, Why?'

"WHY"

While I'm screaming with my last breath, the sea finally swallowed the ship whole, submerging it beneath the churning waters. One by one, the slaves were swallowed by the unforgiving sea, disappearing beneath the raging waves. I was the last to remain on the sinking vessel. I had tried very hard but nature's fury had proven insurmountable. As I closed my eyes on my journey to the bottom of the sea, I only had the thought that Huseyin will be waiting in vain for me.

As the ship succumbed to the depths of the sea, its once vibrant sails disappeared beneath the waves. The storm's rage subsided as if it had taken what it desired and retreated. The sea returned to its calm state, swallowing the remnants of the ship without a trace.

The land on the horizon was the only thing that witnessed the ship's struggle.