As the sun reaches the western horizon and @sealer39 has set sail for the isle; a breeze from the south begins to grow. And the on the breeze a sound of that resembling that of a wailing and groaning. The wind increases as if blowing thru an old barn with many large knotholes and missing slats in it.No, to young for me. I’m just keeping her on the ship so no one tries to blow up my ship. At least I hope they won’t with Amer aboard.
The pirates are fully cognizant of the breeze. It's magical quality or it's affect on the surface water they sail thru..... It's much chillier the even 15 minutes ago. In fact icy slush is beginning to collect on the bow and the sides of the vessel. It's a magical slush that continues to crystalize and collect more slush and eventually as they deploy more sails to increase speed the magical breeze brings fort more ice to freeze upon the sides of the vessel. Now with all sails at full deployment the ship is starting to slow with all the ice sticking and growing around the ship. The magical wind is increasing and the temperature on the wind is falling fast! Chunks of ice are now the sizes of rum barrels as the crunch against the sides of the vessel and crumble... Then, freeze upon the already thick crumbled strong sheet surrounding the skin of the vessel. The wind snow ushers forth a frosty fog. And the vessel seems to almost come to a halt. The frozen fog like myst has fully encapsulated the ship for what seems forever as you can no longer see distance in the now nearly freezing foggy light breeze. Ice is accumulating on everything as the seconds tick by. From land all anyone can now see is a very large swirling foggy storm several miles across and aglow like a glacier....in the reflection from the sunset. Is the breeze begins to fade away a low voice can be heard by all who can see the storm yet, it seems to almost echo inside the foggy, icy floating tomb.
"Time is not your friend,
Be careful what you wish for;
Yee shall miss the truth."
thank you!!! 
