"Raise those sails, you damn fools!"; yelled the captain as he strains to hold the ship from rushing upon the rocks just becoming visible in the all too near distance. The ship moaning and creaking it's unwillingness to adhear to the pressure of it being turned away from it's predetermined destination.

           "Brace for impact!" All eyes wide, bodies frozen in time, as the inevitable becomes reality. The low moans of the ship becoming sounds of wood breaking and giving way to much stronger solid stone under it's belly. Everyone being tossed forward at such a sudden halt of movement. Others being tossed off the ship itself only to be tossed upon the rocks and the sides of the ship by the uncaring force of the waves created by the storm they have been fighting for what had seemed like hours now.  Swaying to the left, the ship begins to dump even more of it's contents. Men screaming as they themselves become part of these waves and rocks that is now becoming the certain death of this once beautiful and ominess force of the sea. The captain giving his prayers to god of the sea to take care of his men, wishing for a quick passing into the next life after this.

             As the ship starts it's decent into the newly destined port that is awaiting it at the bottom of sea. Slowly it tilts it's nose down as if it has been given a new heading that it has no desire to disobey. An erie feeling falling over the area in which it was once trapped, as the sea it self, as if now pleased with the outcome begins to settle instantly.

             A lone figure on the not to distant shore watching the outcome of the Adreanna sinking below the horizon begins to weave a spell. She begins to talk to what looks to be nothing more than a smudge in the air before her, "Your will is done my love." Then a response from a voice that sounds like it is standing next to her on the beach, "Then it has begun. By morning the word of the Adreanna's situation will begin to travel through the lands. Come home to me love and let us begin to celabrate of our triumphs of this night" A flash of purple and the figure becomes nothing but a memory.