Natural Disaster challenge: Drought
They had been at sea almost four months: storm-lost early, they drift now at the mercy of deadly, dry winds in a shoreless sea.
All the world is blue and white: blue seas, blue skies, white, white sun burning silver clouds that give no shade. Truth is pitiless, thinks Amandil.
They have been abandoned â€“ utterly.
His crew is dying â€“ he feels it everyday. Thirst! Hunger hurts less. This salt-sea plain, water to the eye only, horrifies.
Faith had watered will strong enough to die for his people; today, his thirst surrenders:
Send the storm, HerunĂşmen â€“ let us drink, and drown!
Title: stolen from a line of Pearl.