Raiders of the lost Arks - Part Two

For all of Ruby's vaunted prowess with manipulating shadow, she's still subjected to unforeseen uncertainties. When the shifting of shadow for her vessel and those accompanying, she can't manage to arrive in the slipstream of the Arks. The realm they translate into is also in the grips of a storm. The sky and the sea are having a bit of a disagreement. Waterspouts and microbursts are traded like blows in a fight. A tortured funnel swizzling up to try and sucker punch...aft. A sudden downward shaft of air pressure that brings snow and hail...starboard. And the Beast, Wind Dancer and Honestas have the honour of navigating the treacherous seas.
Ahead there's more wet rolling hills of ocean, but while they might not have arrived in the wake of the Arks, it looks like they might be lucky enough to come at them from the leeward side. The Arks are squat, and without sails, which is dreadfully annoying when trying to spot them when the horizon keeps coming in and out of sight. But they do have something going for them: Size. A keen and salty eye will note how they're not in formation. One seems to be trying to navigate the swells that they all blunder through, but the two others, which are farther, seem rudderless or inexpertly Captained.

Ruby seems relatively satisfied with where they end up, but gives another glance at the back of an entirely different crew member for some sort of reference. Or ~feels~. It's a bit unorthodox using a person and a tattoo they bear as a potential waypoint. Barking out a series of orders for the crew , it's repeated by the First Mate so everyone gets very loud voice with a three second delay. "Fook, they look even bigger. Can't be possible?unless I came wrong and think I got it roight." She gives her head a shake. "No tellin 'ow close the sholes an reef be. Dunno 'ow much toime we 'ave?'ow many we can tackle?" She blinks away sea spray.
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