He takes shelter under his cloak, opening the a small leather book on his thighs, writing a few lines:
"On the 5th day of Eleasis, year One Seventy Three of Arelith Reckoning
We now draw close to the island, though the seas most likely wished otherwise even with our prayers for a safe passage. We've lost the mizzenmast a few days ago due to an unpredictable storm during the night that raged until dawn. Some repairs were carried out the morning after it, but unfortunally the mast was declared lost by our crew.
To further extend the damage to our enterprise, hull leaks were found exactly on the cargo deck - water dripped in almost to knee height before emergency patches stabilized the situation."
The dwarf pauses for a moment, rubbing his eyes and sighing deeply. Offering a clear display of tiredness.
"I've just finished the review on what was lost and what can be salvaged when we reach Cordor's harbours.
The quarter where we stored the commodities suffered most of the damage. Most of the wheat and bean grain cargo were lost.
Sea water compromised the cotton beyond recovery. Some of the barrels where the salted meat was stored were also lost, but I believe at least half of it is in good shape.
The remaining cargo - armors, weapon and other equipment seems to be in good order as they were stored just below the quarterdeck. I'll catalog them when we reach the port."
A long shout is heard above the main deck
"Harbour bound in one hour!!"
Overhearing the announcement, the dwarf closes the book and stores it inside a side bag. A sigh of relief and a glance of hope lies on the horizon as he watches the approaching harbour.
