As they raced down the pier Teveriel called for the crew to begin cutting the lines. The entire dock rolled under the swell of water that came in fast, continuous waves. The onslaught of rain in the whipping wind and the blinding flashes made it nearly impossible to see and Uniana was certain if she hadn't made the journey across the gangplank numerous times before she would have lost her footing. She kept a close grip on Yukito as Teveriel ushered both of them from a sentinel position in the rear.
As soon as they were aboard the ship lurched away from the dock, the sails flapping in the wind. Teveriel ordered the capstan up and Uniana saw Yukito positioned safely below deck. When she got to the helm she questioned their departure but Teveriel assessed rightly that they had no time to spare. To punctuate his statement a crashing wave came over the railing and forced the ship against the dock briefly. Uniana pulled the wheel away and managed to give Teveriel a fearful glance but he confidently assured her, "she will hold." He captained the crew to adjust the sails to catch the frightful wind and they instantly pulled away from the structure.
Goliath waves crashed into the island as they sailed north and away from the doomed land. The peril was far from over as they struggled to navigate the storm. At one point Uniana realized they had been going west again for the better part of half hour but was able to chart them back to the northeast. A few hours into their journey the storm gave way to a gentle, though constant, rain. Uniana took the opportunity to tie the wheel off and give her hands a rest. She went below deck and had tea brewed for herself, the captain and their guests. Before she went back to attend her duties she offered Yukito a blanket and encouraged him to find some real rest.
Dawn broke on the horizon but it only lit the clouds from behind, doing nothing to cease the rains. Before midday they reached their port and Calepher was as good as his word. Upon pulling into the bustling port of Ta'Loenthra, a skiff bearing a silver-harp on a purple sail came out to meet them. They were not permitted to dock but they were granted permission to anchor, supply and take rest for the evening. When morning came it did not go unnoticed that somehow Teveriel had smuggled aboard some artisan pastries and fresh coffee. Then while the crew prepared the ship for the exhausting voyage back to the West the trio of them leaned against the railing of the Blue Fortress, sipping their coffee and watching the sun come up in a clear sky for the first time in what seemed to be the better part of a month.
<OOC Note: Ta'Loenthra is not open as a port in-game.>
