Cadalis nods in agreement with everything that Dina has said. "Your assessment of prophecies is accurate in most cases. Hindsight is perfect and foresight is questionable (that's why I prefer to study illusions, not divination), but our diviners have been relatively accurate in regards to their prophecies. But who's to say what any given line really means. And even if and when it does come to pass, there is really no way for us to determine if we are simply attaching meaning to a coincidence, or if it was truly written in the fabric of destiny. Of course, I have also seen prophecies change because of actions of parties unknown. We'll just have to see what happens when we get there."
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The next two days go bye in relative quiet. With the exception of an incident in the kitchen creating liquified food (although it still tasted rather good, a soup version of steak, rice, and vegetables isn't what was on the menu), the rest of the trip went quietly and smoothly...that was about to change.
On the third morning, roughly half a day from your destination, a squall blew in from nowhere. It was almost as if the island had its own weather system. Strangest of all, the gusts of wind and rain weren't cold! However, that didn't alleviate any of the danger of the storm, as lightning rent the sky, and the waves crested at twenty feet, threatening to capsize the ship.
It is still earlier than when the rooster crows, so visibility is rather low on the high seas. Suddenly Cadalis bursts into your sleeping quarters, clothes drenched.
"Do any of you have sailing experience!? We just lost a man overboard and are in desperate need of help!"
Cadalis has a haggard and worried look about him.