Stormforged
A rugged sailor rose before dawn. The sky was heavy and gray, the sea whispering warnings that most men would’ve listened to. But not him. He’d been shaped by rough waters and long nights, his soul tempered like iron in fire. Calm seas made soft men and he refused to be one. He wasn’t chasing adventure anymore. He wasn’t out for glory or gold. He sailed because it was his purpose.The sea was the proving ground of his faith, a place where a man learned to stand when everything else gave way. He tied the last knot on the deck and looked toward the horizon. The air had that electric stillness that comes before a storm. He could’ve waited. Could’ve played it safe. But safety never built strength. Safety never built faith. So he pushed off. The first waves were small, teasing. But by midday the wind howled, turning the ocean into a wall of chaos. His boat pitched and rolled, boards groaning like they’d split apart. The salt stung his eyes, his hands bled from the ropes, but he gritted ...