The first mate gets back to work, telling Agamemnon about 10 days depending on winds. The first day of your voyage is tedious oars are used more than sails very little ground is gained from Crete. One naysayer was even heard as the sun set that he had rowed his fishing boat this far out.
The winds finally start the next day after a slow start they blow from the west so the captain begins using the sails to move through the sea. The crew is happy that the ship is moving more briskly, and most of the people from the dock join with working with the crew. Only about ten do not; of those 3 are elderly and 4 are children who tried but got in the way. The voyage's ominous beginning is mostly forgotten.
On the third day though the wind blows slightly from the south and west it is cloudy and overcast and humid. All suspect a storm is brewing. The winds pick up throughout the day, coming more from the south. It seems fortune favors the Marathon, but fortune is fickle. The storm begins after mid day as a light rain, but increasing in intensity slowly for the first hour. Suddenly the captain bellows, "LOWER THE SAILS NOW" more quietly to the first mate though you all hear it. "The winds are pushing us more into this storm, the water itself seems to be pushing us into it. Open the armory its not natural, arm the men, keep that lot out of the rowing, along with our best." There is a look of horror on his face as he looks down as a piece of driftwood seems to be headed deeper into the storm.
The crew nobly fight to keep the ship afloat turning so the massive waves don't capsize the ship. This goes on for over an hour, perhaps longer the crew looks exhausted, Though you were told not to help the men row you all have grabbed someone who fell over, unable to work and helped to tie them to the ship so they don't go over.
The storm finally calms a crewmember sights shore to port, with the storm and the clouds aren't sure what way the ship faces. The winds are dying but are pushing the ship towards the shore. After about a minute the captain yells out. "
HARPIES!!" From starboard you see them now 6 harpies being tailed by 4 manticores. The sound of thunder now common to your ears strikes a more regular tone, Whomp Whomp Womp, or is it drums?. The harpies are about 800 ft out and another 50 up though one flies 100 ft higher than the rest, their spears gleam.
Spot checks when looking starboard please. 5 harpies 50ft up 800 ft out, 4 manticores just behind. 1 harpy 100 ft above the formation.
The captain did open the armory which contains, knives Javelins, bows, arrows, shortswords, and spears, all masterwork, you were given first choice.
The ship is also moving forward and port at about 30 ft a round which is pretty fast, but not scary fast as long as harpies don't entrance or murder the crew, or the pegasus could slow it given about 3 rounds. You are about half a mile from a small island from whats is visible only about a mile across. Someone or thing is playing an exceptionally loud drum on that island.