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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."
This storm, more wicked than any in living memory, is watched through debris that tumbles in the vortices, heavy like bullets, destroying anything and everything, avenging the forgotten. Almost as if alive, the torrential hurricane grows ever harsher as a lone sailor attempts to reach its core, battering the skiff mercilessly as it nears the heart of the storm, thrashing the hull and rocking the deck. An enormous wave the size of a skyscraper roils across the sea, pressing the fortunate skiff closer to a vast floating "island", an unlikely find in the midst of the storm.

Countless ships, both air and seabased have seemingly sunk here, creating a morbid island of wreckage, a cemetary for the souls lost at sea encircling a huge swirling whirlpool which pulls everything sunk here towards it. The wind screams like a banshee over the island, uprooting masts and wooden planks in a fit of ever-consuming rage. Livid black clouds rear up like a great sea-serpent readying itself for attack, spitting lightning mercilessly onto the pitiful scene below, which cut through the sky not unlike burning venom.

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The Docks:

Early in the morning, the mysterious woman can be seen, standing outside a small, gray ship.