The ship was still floating. Rokkena stood at the helm trying to control the movement. The waves continued to rock the ship, but they were not as powerful as they were earlier.
“We have survived.” Exclaimed Rokkena. He looked at the heavens, thanking the Supreme Power that guarded him and his prince.
Nakhakantan sighed. They were still floating, breathing, and seeing the calm sky above them and the settled river around them. He could see the land not far from the ship. They could reach the land or as close to it before the ship would go down deep into Meya.
“Row to the nearest land,” Nakhakantan urged his men.
The ship was a mess. None of the mast poles or the sails existed. Decks were broken. It was a miracle that the ship hadn't sunk even with gallons of water inside.
They lost a
