Chapter 13: Storm

I didn't want to waste time finding The Watcher. If I did, what could happen to the rebellion back in Requiem? To Juno? To Estelle? All good questions that I didn't want to ponder for all too long. I made my choice. I was to head into the black clouds, and I shall do so now.

It took about an hour to get within a mile of the clouds, rain showered onto the deck, like the rushing flood from a busted dam. The waves grew large, beating the hull of a ship like a punching bag. And the noise from the sky, as if an angry god was screaming at me to turn back.

I grew nervous. I was unsure if this ship could handle the constant bombardment it was under. It rocked from side to side, making it a challenge to even stand upright. I was yet to even be under the clouds, though that didn't last long.