With the warnings of several recent storms ravaging islands and ships alike, the Orphans find themselves looking skyward with a nervous eye.
Nathaniel looks up and he has a view of something completely different, unlike anything he has ever witnessed before, unlike anything he can describe to the crew. It is pure evil and it is threatening, even if they cannot see it.
With all of the effort that they can gather, with the hope that always served as their strength being stripped away, the Orphans are in for the battle of their lives. It is not a matter of if they will die, but when, and now is not the time they would want to see that happen.
"When the winds in late summer start ta howl over the blue water a sailor be keepin' a weathered eye lookin' upward. No matter iffn he prays, the storms be a comin' with an evil power like no man could ever possess."