"Oh, why thank ya for that bit of information, Mister Luetenberger... at least SOMEONE IS COMMUNICATING THE SITUATION TO ME!" Jeff bellowed.
"Brace for impact!" Molly suddenly shouted, turning hard on the helm again as the ship rapidly approached the dark mass ahead of them.
Despite the damage it had caused, Broose's efforts with the anchor had actually slowed the ship enough to prevent the impact from occurring at full speed. Nonetheless, the crew were suddenly jolted from their feet once again, as the ship was hurled upon the rocks...
Dawn...
The night was long and harsh, as the ship was battered against the steep stone cliffs again and again, and the rain and winds threatened to throw unwary crewmen overboard. Yet, the storm slowly subsided, and those on deck eventually collapsed in exhaustion and most eventually fell asleep.
When the sun finally rose, it began the dry the cold, wet sailors on the deck, and at last the rain and fog were gone so that the surroundings could be seen. Jeff stood up from a pile of rigging rope he had lied down on, noticing first and foremost that he was not dead. The second thing he noticed was the ship was not swaying in the ocean waves, but was deathly still.
"What in the blue hell?" he furrowed his brows, before rushing to the railing and looking down, "By thunder! WHO DROVE MY SHIP UP A MOUNTAIN!?!"
Indeed, the vessel was resting on a rocky ledge a few dozen feet above sea level, and was not touching the water in any way. On one side of the ledge, a sheer cliff of black stone rose high above them, and the ship was partially propped against it.
