"Wheres tha damn Duergan wizard!" He bellowed as another wave rose and fell across the deck several crewmen clung desperately to ropes, rail, rigging and crates trying with all their mortal might to stay aboard ship. Clenching his teeth in fury, he continued his tirade, "ain't tha sod 'spose te 'ave ah handle on this sh..." His words were lost again to another thunderous collapse of wave against the deck.

Sputtering he held tight to the wheel but the weather had slicked wood and strength was waning. Thrown to the deck he fought back panic as he crashed against the railing water rising up to meet him only to pull away as the ship lurched drunkenly the opposite direction. Finding his legs once more he made for the wheel climbing the angle back to his post, "Tha... Tha hatches! Get tha hatches lad, AHN FIND MEA THA DAMN WIZARD!" Bellowing with all he had over the din of Turpa's wrath.

A crewman clinging nodded and yelled back, "Sar, tha mangy cur made... Made fer shore, Sar! Took ah life boat ahn ah crewmen!"

The captain cursed loud and long, "tha hatches then, or wea'll bea abandon'n this death trap! Get below ye slags! Wea gotta bea take'n on water by now! Get to tha-" his voice was cut off one more time as another wave caught the ship and washed him clear of the wheel again.

The crewman needed no more prompting he half ran and half crawled to the nearest, flapping ridiculously in the wild wind. Catching it with a firm hand and pinning it down with a knee he roared a warning to those below.

The next wave splintered timber and send rigging flailing, washing tons of water across deck the lad had only enough time to sucking in a lungful of breath before he was hit and sent into a deadfall below deck. Followed by a great gush of water to trail down behind him.

"Cliath's bloodae beard!" The captain swore as he witnessed the carnage on deck. As his oath trailed out his vision was met with horror as the ship once again pitched hard the cracking of wood and the sudden movement then heart wrenching stop as the ship tilted lazily to the side. Even a dwarven captain knew when a ship had struck an immoveable object. As he collected his wits he realized the inevitable. They'd not just run aground but they were sinking fast as the powerful surt yanked them off the underwater obstacle preparing to lay them to waist once more. He bellowed his last order, "Abandon ship! Every man fer 'ims..." Before the words had even passed his lips he stared in almost wonderment as the mainmast began its slow decent to smash fully across the main deck pinning down at last the hatches. There would be no escape from this watery grave for those below.