User blog:Spiriz Sandfleet/The Warrior Spirit

The Warrior Spirit
Prologue

Rain lashed down like knives from the boiling grey clouds that rolled across the sky like thick smoke. A strong wind whistled and screeched over the sea, whipping the waves up into a mad frenzy. Waves like mountains would rear up, only to plummet down into a valley of crashing grey-green water. Only a madbeast would be crazy enough to ride upon the wild swells. Rocks, like eternal guardians of the sea, would appear suddenly as the wave dropped. These rocks were no stranger to ships and many a good craft had been sent to their eternal watery grave taking the crew along with them. None could survive if they were flung overboard. Only a madbeast would be crazy enough to chance the rocks. Yet bucking and heaving across the vast sea came a ship. Once red, the paint was peeling under the onslaught that the waves were pounding upon the craft. There was not a beast to be seen upon the deck of the Bloodhull. Though standing upon the bow, his long claws sunk into the sea-softened wood was Ragg Shadowlake. Ragg was a pine marten, a particularly harsh one of his species. His creamy brown throat fur was darkened by the endless rain that hit him yet Ragg did not stir from his position. Two dark brown eyes glared out of his neat, narrow face at the seas all around him. One of his paws was rested on the large axe hilt that was slung over his shoulder. Throwing back his head he laughed his scorn to the storm. Soon the Bloodhull would escape the wild seas of the north. Ragg Shadowlake was heading south, or heading under, wherever he went the crew would go with him. Fear of their master kept them in line. Ragg was no stranger to danger.