The wind was unbearable, the waves inescapable.  The overwhelming feeling of being powerless gripped the crew.  The swirling ferocity of mother nature was a reminder that we are not in control.  We are at the mercy of something much stronger, and more vast than we could ever comprehend.  But yet there is light.  Hope is visible throuh the storm of fear.

He sat alone in his vast chamber.  There was no thought of him.  Everyone had turned their backs to him, though he still loved and welcomed them.  He was the Forgotten King.

Though they tried to contain him, it was fruitless.  He was too powerful, too wild.  They call him the Untamed.