Storm

A boat was sailling from Port Sarim to Musa Point, and the elderly sailor controlling it was drunk on rum.

"Must get rid of all this damn rum before those custom officers at Musa get me!" The sailor exclaimed, dancing about the deck of his tiny vessel.

The boat rocked gently in the breeze, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, yet there was a sense of danger in the air, as if something terrible was waiting to happen.

"Here! Take my rum!" The sailor exclaimed, pouring some of the rum into the sea in his drunken state.

The red liquid coloured the water like blood, and the sailor spat into the sea.

"If it wasn't for this blasted sea I'd be able to take my rum anywhere I want without having to worry about people searching me for this, that and the other!"

The sailor fell to his feet by the ship's wheel which had not moved in hours now. The sailor looked up at the Sun in the sky and licked his finger before pointing up at the sky, and then moving it about as if trying to point at something he couldn't quite see.

"There's a storm in the air, I can feel it," the sailor sneered.

The sailor got to his feet again and stumbled about on the deck once again and looked into the murky depths of the Southern Sea.

"What can you do to me sea? Show me what you've got!" He rambled, as if trying to prove a point.

The sea wasn't as silent as he thought it would be, and an electric eel pounced out of the water and wrapped itself around his neck before pulling him under, into the deep murky depths...

At Musa Point, all was quiet. The few sailors sat drinking rum in the bar while bursting out into shanties, and the customs officer patrolled the pier awaiting any illegal items to arrive such as alcohol or anything she didn't like the look of. The banana plantation was quiet as well, with no bananas left to pick for now, as the plantation's owner had just picked all he could find in hopes of sailing his stock to Port Sarim for some quick profit.

"Why, the weather is nice today," said one of the sailors who was named Jack.

"'Tis a good day to sail, I was just passing Crandor, what an eyesore!" Another sailor exclaimed, named Ned.

"You're right there Ned, I'd like to blow that blasted island out of the sky and build a great big distillery on top of it."

"The last distillery they built was ravaged by zombie pirates you know, up near Mos Le'Harmless."

"Up near the dark lands?"

"Yep, and that's why I don't sail too far off, because Saradomin knows what goes on out that far!"

"How was journey over here this morning?"

"It was quite alright today, no sign of them bleeding jellyfish that kept pestering me the other day, I armed myself with a dagger today, you see them jellyfish carry all kinds of poison in their wierd bodies. How was your sail?"

"It was fine, apart from this manta ray, it wouldn't leave off, it kept ducking under the boat and pushing at it, like it wanted to tip it up!"

"Of course it didn't! What would a manta be wanting with you and your boat? Crimes against fishermen?"

Jack and Ned chuckled, and then ordered some more rum.