As if a battle at sea isn't bad enough, try surviving one in a storm.

King Vard of Poland -

Sir Ronald of Calivan led a military convoy of ships to the islands of Norway in an attempt to get supplies for the city of Calivan in Svenjula, Poland. However they encountered Danish Sea Raiders off the coast of Berk, Norway. These raiders started a large skirmish during a storm. I regretfully inform you that Sir Ronald Balcer of Calivan was killed as well as the young prodigy Tenner of Calivan.

- Scribe Ernest, Port Eijal.

Tenner looked around at the burning ships and body-littered, bloody waters. Through the rain, a ship fast approached his own; it was not friendly.

"Danes comin' aboard! Starboard!" Yelled a Svenjulan sailor in Polish. Marines led by Tenner of Calivan hefted shields and rushed to face the enemy. Their armor glinted like silver in the guttering lanterns. The Danish ship stopped threateningly close to theirs and began to fire arrows. The marines did their best to cover the sailors with shields. The Danish raiders began the lay out boarding planks.

The Danes, in hardened, black-brown leather armor, did their best to run across the planks, wielding chipped battle axes and worn longswords. A marine did his best to kick off a boarding plank, but a Dane archer shot him in the chest and he dropped to the deck. Most Danes were able to make it to Tenner's boat, but a few fell off from the storm churned waters. The Danes fought through a press of marines only to be attacked by Tenner. His knight's sword grated along a Dane's longsword, the raider's face locked in a feral snarl. Tenner yelled and hit the man with his shield. The Dane stumbled and Tenner dealt a killing slash across his chest. Tenner heard a yelp and whirled around. A young sailor was desperately trying to escape a burly raider. Tenner ran across the deck towards the poor boy. The raider's axe swung a few inches from the jumpy sailor's chest. Tenner slammed into the brute from behind and ran him through.

"Thank you," the young man croaked. Through the darkness Tenner recognized him to be his friend, Aedval. Tenner started to talk, but a whistling noise shot alarm through him. A half second later a searing pain exploded in his left shoulder. Tenner staggered against the gunwale. He was aware of Aedval grabbing hold of him. He turned painfully around to a welcome sight: Danish retreat.

Tenner faintly heard from the other ship, "Blow dem op allerede!" His English was good, so he understood Danish rather well too. A round object like a rock sailed onto his deck with a thump. He panicked and tried to warn the marines.

"Skocz za bur-" Tenner cried out in Polish, yet too late.

A fireball erupted next to his men, engulfing them, while a force of air sent him flying through the gunwale. Tenner hit the water hard, stunned for several seconds. He saw his sword sinking next to him. Instinctively, he grabbed it and sheathed it as he swam for the surface. Tenner breeched the crests of the waves and gasped for air.

Tenner looked at his ship, now sinking in flames. He cursed the Danes deliriously. He cursed them for the deaths of his friends. He cursed them for the arrow in his shoulder. A large beam from the hull floated by and he latched onto it. Tenner pulled himself onto the flotsam and his mind blanked from pain. The arrow felt like it was burning. Tenner shivered and rested his head on the wet wood. He looked at the Svenjulan convoy in flames, the Danes starting to sail away. The storm had subsided into thick, black cloud cover. False night was the only thing hiding him from the merciless eyes of the Danes.

"Sixteen and died at sea," the young knight murmured his death report.

Tenner took what he thought would be his last look at the world before losing consciousness in the blue-black sea.

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