104 The Island Port of Black Beach and the Map of the Dominion

Three weeks before they saw land, the crew had set sail into the boundless expanse of the Ember Sea. Little did they know that they were embarking on a journey that would test their mettle and resilience in ways they had never imagined. 

The once serene sea had transformed into a tempestuous battleground, the sky cloaked in brooding storm clouds that crackled with the promise of impending turmoil. The crew had found themselves at the mercy of the elements, their spirits tested by the relentless onslaught of wind and wave. 

The sea, once a mesmerizing expanse of cerulean, had churned with a furious froth of whitecaps as if the ocean itself had been stirred to life by the encroaching tempest. Each wave had risen like a titan, crashing against the hull with a resounding fury, sending plumes of icy spray cascading over the deck.