Congratulations you've found the extra stash of rum!
Maybe stop and play a game or two while there!
Under sail, But sky begins to rumble, water rises, swell. Batten down the hatches, stow the sail. More than bargained for, blowing a gale. With the charity of the gods we might make it though.
Sky finally cleared, tossing has stoped. Minor problem, the shoals we are a top. Poseidon was merciful. Only loss was our lunch. But with crawly-pinches all over, soon well enjoy a big munch!