Here's the ficlet that kind of started it all for me...
Ancient Wisdoms: Atlantian Rescue
Rage was all around her like an Eryx jayakari suffocating her in inky, rolling, blackness…
It lurked around the corners of her sleepily, hazy body gently coaching her to endless darkness…
As each cool yet dry coil tightened its grip, another pinch of breath left her willowy body…
Confusion warred with fear as she trembled and attempted to steady herself upon a diaphanous, liquescent footing…
She knew this darkness.
She feared it as much as she loathed its presence.
It had come for her master and best friend.
And she was helpless to do nothing but watch...
…and wait.
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Roaring waves of angry air thrust her from her meditative sleep.
Dazed by the unexpected wakefulness, she stumbled blindly towards the wooden door that separated her from the rage above her.
Another thunder of angry waves reverberated against the hull, heaving her dearest friends and family to their knees upon the soaked floor boards of their home.
She clawed her way to the door, cursing as she was lobbed once again to her knees. Only this time, she cuffed the edge of the large gathering table with her hip.
She could hear the screams of the men above her as they ran to and fro, aft to fore and starboard to port each attempting to pull in the riggings and lower the sails.
She finally managed to yank the cabin door open and gasped as the chilly, cold, darkness of rain and thunderous roars of the sky hailed her like a malicious enemy suddenly appearing out of nothing.
She could feel the dark powers amassed within Mother Nature’s own works. She could feel the darkness slowly clawing its way to the one she knew was at the tiller.
She had to reach him.
She had to protect him.
As she pushed herself into the maelstrom of dark energy and ferocious, gale-force winds, she could distantly hear Doubar and Sinbad yelling orders to the crewmen who tried frantically to hold themselves together and not plunge into the icy depths of their impending deaths.
Deaths that would not be denied as the tiny ship rose and fell with each new thrashing wave upon its wooden hull.
Heartened by their mere presence, even if she was determined to protect one of them, she rushed as quickly as possible to her intended one.
She growled as more wind, much more than was naturally normal in a storm, magically enforced by the darkness that was scratching ever closer to her intended one, thrust her back with enough force to send her toppling down the stairs.
Pain, unimaginable pain, exploded inside her head as she thumped against the grained wooden beams of the stairs with each toss and near flip of the ship beneath her.
Dazed once more, she clawed at the walls around her but found no purchase.
Taking slow deep breaths, to retain her calm and refocus her mind, she slowly moved into a sitting position.
Excruciating pain exploded in a tumultuous whirlwind of color and sparks up and down her temple to her backend.
Unmindful of this, she pushed herself up and plunged once more into the darkness that had edged itself past Rongar and Firouz.
Neither knew if its presence; it paid them no mind.
Once in the middle of the storm, for it had pushed and shoved, but she had pushed and shoved back to get even this far, she felt the ship tip to starboard, where she was closest to the side railings, and gravity took claim upon her body.
As she fell, her body became as limp as a wet noodle, and smashed into the railings.
Grasping for anything, anything at all, her hands and fingers found success in gripped the ropes with Doubar sized strength. Her body was flung, even still, through the air, but her grasp kept her on the ship.
She could hear Sinbad now. He was yelling orders to the men to pull the starboard sails down.
Three crewmen came to her, but the ship was tilted once more by the tortuous winds and knife sharps shards of ice within and each fell into the sea screaming in pain and in fear.
The last of the death cries, gave her strength to pull herself back onto the ship and begin to pull the sail down.
Sinbad would kill her to know she had tried to save him whilst letting the crew die without doing something to at least try to prevent even more from dying.
“Maeve! Get those lines!” she heard him order.
She felt the darkness, slink towards her now, and with a grim fortitude she did as ordered.
She was the one thing that could stop the darkness from claiming its ultimate prize, and if with her sacrifice he could be spared but even a little time, it was well worth it in her mind.
Dermott would be saved; if not by the slow death of time then by the quick merciless end of the sword. Sinbad would kill Rumina, of this she was sure, but she wouldn’t be there to see it.
A part of her was saddened by this, but the majority of her heart and soul was boosted by the thought of Sinbad surviving.
As she grabbed the lines, she watched him go higher and higher up the riggings.
The darkness was terrorizing her now. Gooseflesh popped into being on her body. Not from the frozen waters of the sea nor the freezing, daggers of rain, but from the syrupy, seductive, slithering darkness tickling up her legs and curling around her tender, soft yet strong toned body.
Despite her courage, as the waves rose and crashed against her and the ship once more, she cried out in panicked fear as her grip was lost, not by her but by the powers asphyxiating her, and she fell head long into the abyss below, “SINBAD!!!!!!!!”
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I always enjoy and welcome all of your advice and critiques!
and this chapter is really good 
Foresail maybe? Only foresails tend to be big square things and a Fok is a triangular sail meant to help with manouvarability. Also if they still hadn't secured the mainsail that far into a gail they're awful sailors.