The wind picked up speed, swirling around the bow of the ship, casting waves into the sides, slamming the boat around from all angles, the furious storm threatening to rip the boat in half. The sails billowed and the wood creaked, but not one crew member was worried. They pulled at the correct ropes, turned the correct gears, and found themselves skimming across the water, the storm fueling their movement, rather than hindering it.
At the bow of the ship, the captain stood, one leg resting on the decking, on resting on a small box, eyes squinting into the distance. The captain of the vessel was not worried by the storm, instead stood their unbothered by the winds and the cold, set on their own mission.
Their blue knee length jacket billowed like the sails behind them, the wind and sea spray dampening their dark blue waistcoat and even darker blue shirt with a white cravat, but still they stood there unbirturbed by the assualt on their clothes. Following down their body, a pair of light blue tight trousers were clamped over the legs of the captain, tucked into black boots that started at the knee, a fine snowflake pattern etched across them. The back of the boot produced some spurs, the blade in the shape of an ornate snowflake, pretty, but deadly.
The captain had fair platinum hair, tied up in a short ponytail ending at the top of their spine, bangs from the front being whipped into place by the storm, blowing in the wind. The pale face of he captain was stern, but those ice blue eyes were full of adventure.
A crack snapped the captain out of their gaze, and their attention snapped to the deck, as one of the sails cracked under the wind and fell, smashing through the deck.
"Captain Ellis! We need to dock, we're going to lose the ship!" The ships heavyweight, Marshal, stood to attention next to the captain, expressing his concerns. The captain nodded, turning back around to the wind battered map.
"Set course for Arendelle, Olaf." They snapped at their first mate, a young lad the captain had rescued from the Weselton royal navy. He jumped to his fet, rushing to complete his captain's wishes.
"Marshal, get my finest clothes ready. I'm going to appeal to the better nature of the Queen Of Arendelle. Anna, I believe her name was." The captain stalked off to help the crew stablize the mast, looking up at the flag flapping dangerously in the wind.
The black flag with a white skull, bones crossing under the skull.
