((OK, probably one of my last posts before my mini-hiatus, slowing the storm down... Now.))
Fang was just barely starting to panic as the storm grew even worse, the ship pitching back and forth and the rain practically blinding the whole crew.
But then... a voice started to drift on the wind. It was somehow clear over the storm, and absolutely angelic. The voice of a Siren. She sung a slow, haunting tune, in a language long forgotten by man. Fang was about to scream for all the men to plug their ears, but then she noticed that the song actually had no effect on them. ...It was affecting the storm. The waves stopped hitting quite as hard, and the rain let up some. It wasn't stopped by any means, but this change made the ship a **** of a lot easier to handle.
((Please take it easy the next few days, I should be back to the computer properly by Tuesday. Good luck.))