Originally Posted by
bc56
Sea of Storms - Hurricane
Someone is foolish enough to brave such an insane storm. A small, high-tech hover skiff sails above the waves. Its lone passenger steers the ship with one hand, while his other holds an ancient iron astrolabe traced with glowing silver patterns. Currently, the patterns flicker and shift rapidly. The sailor cries out into the storm, despite no one being there to hear him. "It must be around here somewhere! Maybe the storm is causing elemental interference, or perhaps the quintessence wasn't as pure as I thought. Come on, work!" He shakes the astrolabe to no effect. "No use. I need to find somewhere to land."