Avery was rushing along the deck of the Symphony, moving anything he could into the ship's hold. The winds had been picking up and the brightness of day was dimmed by clouds. The ship rocked and Avery stumbled, moving towards the ladder to the bridge. He vaulted over the railing to get behind the wheel, beginning to steer. A storm was about to strike.
As the winds picked up even more, Avery let go of the wheel, letting it spin as he stepped back, untying some ropes on the railing, beginning to pull the side of the back sail up. Once it was halfway closed, he tied the ropes down before switching to the other side for the other side and doing the same. His goal was to reduce wind so it wouldn’t steal control of the ship. He grabbed the wheel to stop it from spinning and began turning with the waves. The wind caught the sails and scooped the whole ship forwards with a jerk, almost making Avery lose his footing. He pulled a lever that locked the wheel in place and jumped down from the bridge, moving to the front mast to raise its sails as well. After everything was done, He stepped back up to the bridge and pushed the lever to unlock the wheel, taking control again as the ship suddenly jerked from a large wave crashing into it. Distant thunder warned of the coming danger...
...Avery was struggling against nature. Waves were rocking the ship wildly as they tried to push it one way, and the winds were forcing it the other. He knew he had to get rid of the wind and start drifting with the waters to keep from capsizing. Avery pulled the lever back, to lock the wheel in place before running to the railing and untying the ropes. He felt a forceful tug as he struggled to keep grip with the wind trying to push the sails open. Avery managed to pull the ropes taut, slowly raising one side of the sails. He tied it down and moved to the other side, repeating the process. Once the back sails were up, he jumped down from the bridge and began working on the front sails. This time the ropes zipped from his grasp while he was working on the second half and the side of the sails fell completely, forcing the ship to turn with sudden bursts of wind. Avery lost the ropes as they flew wildly, unable to see clearly more than a few meters in the steadily worsening rain. He was threatened by thunder as he tried to climb the mast, finding the rope.
Something cracked and the ship jerked, nearly knocking Avery from the mast. He turned and saw the wheel spinning wildly. Abandoning his search for the loose ropes, he jumped down as the ship tilted, stumbling across the deck and up the ladder. Avery took a beating on his arm to stop the wheel before jerking the lever back again to lock it in place. Something was broken and it continued spinning. Avery had to hold on, trying to turn the ship to go with the waves rather than against them. More thunder roared at him but he stayed determined to keep the ship afloat. Something else cracked and Avery looked up to see the front mast leaning back, towards him...
...Avery woke up to the brightness of day. He was under a canvas and tangled in rope. He felt a numbness in his arm, looking at the bruises on it caused by the wheel. He gripped some of the rope and sat up to untangle himself before yelping in pain and noticing his twisted leg caught under the fallen mast. He pulled some of the canvas off of him, realizing it was a torn sail. Glancing over the edge of the bridge, he could see sand. The ship was beached on an unfamiliar shore. Avery tried a few attempts at rolling the mast off of him, all weakened by exhaustion, hunger, and pain. He laid back, giving up. After a moment, Avery decided to rely on the hope that this shore wasn’t deserted.
"H-hello? Is anyone there? Help!"
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