"What's the matter?" Ivan asked. He looked to the older sailors. He was always willing to take wisdom or learn something.

"The storms damaging the ship" the oldest explained while sat down, "If we don't lower the anchor, the waves will seem rougher and harm her more."

"Weigh anchor!" Ivan yelled over the storm. He looked at the sky to try to check the progress of the storm.

The anchor was put down. The storm could last several days to a few hours. You couldn't be sure.

"It looks like we'll have to wait it out..." Ivan said, looking at the sky. "Well, at least we can enjoy the rain while it lasts...."

They gave a nod and soon time passed, the ship was damaged but could still work. The sky had cleared up.

"Okay. Um... Do the opposite of way anchor!" Ivan said. He couldn't remember what to say. "How many days until we reach the next port?"

They shrugged, "No idea, Sir." you continued on sailing, until you saw something beside yo, a cove steeping inwards and a day a few days away at the end.

Ivan pointed to the cove. "There!" he said. He steered the boat towards the cove.

You arrived, you'd been sailing for 14 days on that trip including the storm. 19 days total. It was Riga, the card fell into your hands.