Chapter 32
It wasn’t the worst storm Sebastian had ever seen. He’d sailed over swells twenty, thirty feet tall. With the swirling clouds, the amount of lightning and thunder, this front had the potential to grow in ferocity, exponentially. The swells they faced now were a good size, and moved the Derecho in odd, smooth, but highly dangerous motions, as if a hand picked her up and set her down. She rose, bow first, and dropped bow first. They faced the waves, taking them head on.
If the waves got too much bigger, and they didn’t take them head on, they risked getting rolled, sunk, and buried at the bottom of the Isthmian.
From the bow, Mr. Reed spotted several Osiris ships approaching. Sebastian hated to admit he was starting to like the lad; he just wasn’t impressed with the boy’s skill
