Greater Wandering Shira - Varanornis Shira

"1 Safar 468 AH 
Five days... for five days we sighted neither land nor bird. Mutters have begun amongst many of the crew, mutters of the monsoon that set us adrift, mutters of mercy they wished of their gods, mutters of misery and mutiny. Their hopeless mutters were beginning to grow into whispers, and our Captain, Basem, was nowhere to be seen. Only a fortnight ago, Basem was out on the deck, barking orders, reinforcing confidence that the cargo, the cargo we had not departed for, but the cargo we had left with, would be worth the stain it has left on our souls. 

3 Safar 468 AH 
We had arrived amongst the Malagasy with rice, wheat, barley, and dates from the al-Nil, peppers and spices from the al-Hind, and weapons and coin of the great cities of Misr. We left with 60 souls bound for the markets at Cairo, and a sacred egg, two hands tall, of shimmering summer said to be of the Great Rukk. In all of a week it had taken the captain of his wits and his will, and the winds from our sails. 

5 Safar 468 AH 
Basem is dead. The madman had been cradling the egg all day and all night, entranced in its warmth until the mutters had found him, and he was hewn asunder. They had every right to be angry. Not only were we stranded, but we were being watched. Something was watching us. We could feel its gaze when the sun is highest, and the moon is brightest. When the wind howled, yet the air was silent. 

6 Safar 468 AH 
I saw it. I saw it. The Great Rukk. The shadow appeared small, slowly and then suddenly, blackening the deck and the ocean beneath us. From the mast Farid scarcely let out a scream before it descended on the ship like a great summer monsoon, a whistling wind that tore through wood, man, cargo, and steel alike. We are abandoned."