Lightning flares momentarily, illuminating the stormy darkness outside the ship. Ominous clouds swirl everywhere, and wind screams and howls. Rain pours down everywhere, and the door to the cabin in ripped open by the gale. Hailstones the size of baseballs slam into the ship periodically in waves, cracking again. The crew shouts in alarm again, as lightning lights up the sky once again. There is a sudden roaring, and suddenly, a whole half of the cabin you are in gone, leaving you open to the storm beyond. Rain lashes inside, and with another flash, you can see what had frightened the crew so much. Slicing up through the downpour and clouds rides another ship. Darker and slimmer the craft is menacing to the core. Time seems to stop, and lightning flares again. You can't make out much but one figure, standing on the prow of the ship. The rain and wind swirling, he locks eyes with you, his wild mane of hair and cracked mask betraying nothing of his expression. Then time restarts, and everything begins to come apart.