The winds howled among the black sea,  small fish swaw about as overhead the skin thundered with rain and grey clouds to cover the sun

The school of fish then suddenly scattered Like waves of they own as the dark metallic  hull of a merchant ship tore trough them, the ship stood taller than some of the waves  of the high tide that struck the sea it navigated in, the rest of the ship as metallic and dark as the hull, save for the wooden floor, which was filled with the noises  of constant thumping of heavy boots, the ocassional clearing of a throat then the meaty thump of some of the ship's cargo. Some of it apperently twitching still. Followed swiftly by  the rapid foosteeps of the smaller occupants of the ship

And finnaly the sights of the people, if some of them could be called that. Mostly wearing large grey raincoats that gave most of them a large shadown over they features, the ocassional thunder light fearing for what it might see under them, a tired human face?, the dark and dry mocking caricature of  one?, the thunderlight still  mockinly dared to shine its loud light upon Them


There it shined a light on a white mask, dark paint around the only feature other than the large bleached   bone-white horns of the head that wore it: two gabing holes into what someone might call  a black void

-GO!- said  the  seemingly young yet strained feminine voice -we need to Pack the wet supplies quick! We are almost reaching  the town!-  she banged her butcher knife, a particurlarly large one with  a few rust marks on the tip of it against the metal railing to make the helpers  hurry up  -uhhhhghh- she muttered to herlself, calming herlself down as she remembered that the dark ship was almost halfway trough reaching town