Storm clouds had been gathering for several hours, and the ship’s captain knew they were in trouble…

Captain Cook of the HMS Endeavor looked over the vast expanse of ocean and watched the clouds descend like the evening sun. Their voyage had been a trainwreck from the start. When he first heard the rumor of a new island off the coast of Australia, he knew this would be the big break he’d been looking for. They set off from England almost 2 months ago now and their supplies are almost empty, he’d had to cut the rations down to a half just yesterday and he knew the crew’s patience was wearing thin. He promised them glory fame and gold but all they’ve gotten so far was dried beef, stale ale, and a never-ending ocean. He shakes his head to clear the thought, if only they can last another couple days, “we’re so close” he says to himself quietly. Beside him his 1st mate grunts “whats that cap’n?” Cook turns and starts to walk back up to the helm and replies “nothing Charles get the crew ready we’re in for a rough night”.