Anghel ran when his crew said the astrologer fell down from the ship. He leaned on the edge of the ship and looked down, where he could see the white sea foam where Nageki fell. He pursed his lips. "I can't leave him to die." He took off his belt with the sword and the gun, the hat and the jacket, jumped on the edge and dived into the sea.
Nageki had known that it would be dangerous to be scaling the mast of the ship so late at night but he also knew that the higher he was the easier to see the stars it would be and the more peace he would get away from the others on the ship. Besides he had done this plenty of times before. What he had not bargained on was the strength of the wind this far out at sea and a slight slip was all it took for him to fall down into the water.
It was cold, much colder than he could have ever imagined and the shock of it left him immobile for a few seconds before he was able to struggle against the strong waves to try and reach the surface. He regretted wearing so many layers of clothing that were weighing him down now,