When Coran detected the storm ahead, everyone on board were prepared for the worst. The last time they encountered one, it almost cost them their lives. So of course, everyone was on edge as the ship grew closer and closer. Even the mice, who now hid for cover.
The Castle shook as it approached the storm, strong gusts of wind pushing against it. The howling noise from outside could be heard through the glass, along with the clashing sound of thunder.
Thunder. That’s what gave it completely away. It was soon detected by Coran that the form of weather they were heading straight into was a thunderstorm.
A sigh of relief filled the room when this was announced. Just a thunderstorm; such a harmless obstacle when compared to everything they’ve faced so far.
After that, it didn’t take long before everyone parted ways.
At least, almost everyone. Keith and the two Alteans still remained.