The waves became more unruly as they plowed forward, the land mass in the distance growing but not fast enough. The storm was moving at an unprecedented pace tossing Gavin's first estimates out completely. An hour would be a blessing truth be told as it seemed the storm would be upon them in minutes. The dark clouds stretched out as if chasing them and for the first time in a long time, Gavin felt a chill rise up his spine. "Fine... Have it your way." the Captain muttered to himself as if he were being challenged. He moved along with the ship, his knees bending and he swayed back and forth but his grasp never left the wheel. The wind behind them picked up and the sails were taunt, filled to the brim and causing the mast to creak with the stress. "We ride her as long as we can!" He called over the sudden howling of wind that rushed past him. It took all he had to shout over the gust, hoping his words were not lost. "We may have to cut it." He cautioned as he felt the ship rise and they were no longer tackling the waves but now riding them as they pushed forward. He'd know when they were going to reach the breaking point and would have Kes handle the sails if they reached it. Now their ship was moving faster then perhaps the vessel was ever intended to and all the while Gavin held a look between fear and amusement... A wild sort of look for a wild sort of situation.