Adriel sat by himself in the corner of his favorite bar, drinking down whiskey. It'd always been his favorite bar, ever since his father bought him to it at the tender age of ten. Today, it is nearly empty, most people having gone home to weather out the storm. He wasn't one of those people, as he didn't fear any weather. He'd seen just about it all. Hell, he was an expert on the oceans, and he knew this storm, while powerful, was nothing he couldn't handle on a ship. No ship under his command had ever had any incident, disregarding the one ship that he had to drown out the memories of.
"Ya gonna stay here the whole damn storm?" Asked the bartender, to whom Adriel replied,
"Yeah. Hope you're okay with that. I'll even pay a little extra if you make me, I got the cash." He continued drinking, even while saying that. He was hardly paying attention, because he was thinking back.
"It's fine," The bartender said, before turning back and leaving him alone. Adriel was in the corner of the bar, and the man realized he wasn't interested in conversation. He didn't want to ruffle the feathers of the great pilot, either.
"What do you think, Adriel?" A sharply dressed man called out far too loudly from the opposite end of the table of the man he was speaking to. The man at the other end, Adriel, seemed to be frustrated and angry. Several mates stood nearby, listening intently.
"I don't god-damn know, sir. You got us into a helluva mix." The man says, broodingly. Outside, the waves rise high, but something off in the distance glimmers. "Why the hell'd you come this damn way anyways? You know...I told you-"
"Enough!" Yelled the sharply dressed man, Captain Wilks. "We're in this god forbidden straight now, and I want you to get us out!"
"I can't tell you how to escape a damned demon, sir. That....damn thing, I don't know, sir. I can't tell you. I simply can't."
"There's no god-damn demon, you fool!" The captain yells, very irritated. He hated irrational men, the ones who think some glimmering is a demon. They were in a difficult straight, yes, but nothing more. He wouldn't stand for it. Suddenly, a scream outside, as a wave washes a young deckhand overboard.
"Dammit!" Adriel yelled, as a person outside followed him, trying to save him, barely managing to pull him back up. "Fine, sir. Forget the damn demonic spirit out there, even then there's no way to get out!"
"Stop talking about a damned demon!"
Adriels head hurts, as he takes another drink.