The RED steals some supplies from the only ship standing before boarding their own and floating off to the southwest, or so they thought they were. The clouds became overcast, and it was dark at night. They couldn't see the moon, so they head the same direction they were pointed towards, praying that it's the right way.

"So, what do you all reckon we do while we sail down here?" Engineer asks everyone as they all sit in the central area around the mast as everyone is situated in a circle.

"We gotta tell some stories," Scout suggests.

"That ain't as bad of an idea.."

"Did I tell you about the time I dominated those Nazis in Warsaw-"

"You've told us this same story like fifty times, Soldier..." Scout replies.

"Da. What about Russian family tree?"

"Don't feel like sitting through an hour-long genealogy of your family..."

"Ha, I remember those Texan nights where I'd sit back and tell stories to my family, back and forth., for as long as we'd stay up," Engineer comments. "Actually, I've got a story for y'all."

Scout leans in. "Alright. Go ahead!"

"There was once a sentry of mine, his name was Beep, I guess. He was a buggy little one, and he would'nt upgrade past level two, so that's why he was so distinct. But with that bug came an advantage: Beep was fast!

"And as I would do, I brought him out to the heat of the fight, the place you'd put a mini-sentry. He would track down and shoot every single Scout or Sniper and rocket and grenade around him. Heck, he was so fast, my dispenser would run dr shortly after a killing spree!

"Beep was a good sentry until one day-"

"BLU Spy runs in, backstabs you, saps the sentry and you come back with your wrench but it's too late."

"OHH! ALWAYS SAY SPOILER ALERT!" Soldier ruptures, nearly whipping out his shotgun and blowing Scout's head off.

"What? It was kind of obvious. That's how all off urb sentry stories end. Neither that or you abandon it because it was under too much fire or it was blown up by a an übercharged Demo slash Soldier slash Heavy." Engineer rubs his chin.

"Are my stories really that generic?" Medic nods and agrees, soon followed by Sniper, Demoman from the wheel and Spy. The rest were neither asleep or weren't paying attention. "Huh."

Everyone quickly sleeps before rising back up again to the ocean waves. "Vhere ARE ve?" Medic asks, looking out to the ocean.

"Oi! Looks like a storm be brewin' up there!" Demoman points to the dark gray clouds ahead, looming over the ship.

"Well, I'd agree!" Sniper calls from the top of his Crow's nest which he's declared "his territory". "Seems to me well have to make a plan about you, Demoman!"

"Huh? Waddya mean?"

"He means yer gonna have to join the rest of us back on inside while keeping the ship steady." Engie clarifies, taking off his helmet before going into the ship.

"What?! Are ye drunk, lad?" Demoman looks back at Sniper. "I'm not letting ye pull me apart from me wheel!"

"LAND AHOY!" Sniper yells.

"Agh. Did he get to my Scrumpy stash?" The demolitions expert leaves his post to go climb the rope ladder to Sniper, who was using his scope as a telescope.

"See fer yerself mate!" Demoman thought Sniper was drunk, but he could see an island too.

"Are me eyes deceivin' me?" Demoman lowers the scope as he runs back into the ship. "Lads! There's land ahead!" Everyone cheers.

"How far away is land?" Heavy inquires, rubbing a scratch that got on Sasha somehow. The Demo shrugs.

"Won't be long. Just have this storm comin' up..." the Scottish exits the ship and gets back outside with Sniper, who was climbing down the ladder. "What're ya doin' , lad?"

"I'm gettin' inside! No way I'm stayin' out here in the rain like this!" the wind began to pick up as Sniper holds his hat down with his hand as his other hand held his sniper rifle. He makes it inside the ship without looking back.

"Well I guess it's just me and you, eh?" shouts the Demo. He looks up at the gray cumulonimbus clouds integrating above him. "I'll make it to the island, I'll show 'em!" Waves began to pick up as the wind blew harder against the ship. "Oi! Can one of ye help me lower the sails?!" he calls into the ship, no reply. "Hey! The winds are pickin' up I can't lower tha sails by myself!" Still no answer. "Agh ya bloody..."

Demoman reluctantly begins the task of bringing down the sails, which were really blowing the ship backwards. His first task were bringing down the main sails, as those were the most influential. One by one, he brought down the sails as the storm grew progressively more powerful. Medic calls from the doorframe, "Demoman! You need to get inside!"

"Well you need to get yer butt over here and help me!" Demoman struggles to pull on a rope as thunder cracks in the distance. "We might've lost track of the island by now!" Medic was hesitant at first, but he eventually gives in to help the struggling Scottish. "Ay, thanks lad! Now one, two, three, PULL!" they pull on a rope to bring the sail down as the wind resists the sail from getting pulled down. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles as the two struggle to bring down the final main sails, leaving the three smaller ones below the main ones.

Eventually, after realizing that Medic has been out way too long, the team eventually looks out to see the two bringing down the masts. "Hey, a little hand here?" Scout runs out into the storm to help the two. Then Heavy joins in, then Pyro, then Soldier, then the entire team. The final main sail was simply not wanting to come down. After heaving and pulling, the sail finally comes down and the team quickly run back inside of the ship.

That is, except for Demoman.

Sorry for this unusually long period of having to update this! I just started a new story AND had a bout of writer's laziness that may or may not have contributed to the lack of bread release.

Well at least I got this out.

Thanks anyways!

-DWalkthroughGuy