The group had barely finished their breakfast when the mood on deck shifted dramatically. Captain Ander, who had been silent for most of the morning, suddenly straightened up from his position at the wheel. His sharp, weathered eyes scanned the horizon, narrowing as he took in the sky's sudden transformation.
The wind had picked up, slicing through the air with an unnatural chill, and the sky above had gone from clear blue to ominous gray in mere minutes. Dark clouds swirled, blotting out the sun as thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. The sea, once calm, had begun to churn restlessly, its surface turning darker and more violent with each passing moment.
Ander cursed under his breath and grabbed the wheel tighter, his knuckles white. "Storm's coming," he muttered, his voice carrying over the deck despite the increasing wind. "Get ready. This is no regular squall."
