A wave crashed over Mayree's bow, sending stinging spray into my weeping eyes.
I clutched the tiller as we careened into a deep trough and I nearly collapsed when slippery decking slammed into my hooves. Mayree lurched and tilted as we rose up the next impossibly high swell. Tatters of her jib snapped in the howling gale, and the boom swept back and forth, dangerously close to my head, as the mainsail luffed and bellied.
I risked a terrified glance over my shoulder. Discord's Fang loomed, its insane red eye winking, growing ever closer as the waves hurled us toward a watery grave.
"ENOUGH!" a deep mare's voice boomed louder than thunder, and everything froze.
Except me. I whipped round and through my dripping locks I saw something far more terrifying than sharp rocks.
Her armoured hooves rang as she stepped over snapped and snarled rigging, and her glorious mane-of-stars rippled in the now non-existent wind. Dark and threatening as a headspony's axe, her head swung low until her sneering muzzle almost brushed mine.
Princess Luna glared into my petrified eyes and spoke in a voice that shook my soul, "We are coming for thee."