The Doldrums

The water is glass still. Not even the slightest breeze blows, and sails sag slack from the masts.

d4	The becalmed waters could last...
1	several days, until a fierce squall awakens the winds
2	weeks, at least until the waters again teem with turtles and sharks
3	until the end of next month - there may not be enough water stocks to keep you alive to see it
4	a lifetime - until a sailor dies to appease the Sky, and personally entreats a Cardinal of Directions in the afterlife, no wind shall blow

d6	The most reliable means of survival are...
1	prayers to your gods - hopefully one will hear you
2	prayers that a whitecap wizard will somehow show up
3	prayers to the goddess of the sea for mercy, lest she claim every soul aboard
4	desperate rationing, which should have begun yesterday
5	desperate measures, which could soon include abandoning ship in oared lifeboats
6	desperately tossing overboard anything heavy, livestock first

d8	Many a sailing ship has met her end in places like this...
1	but fortunately, you can see an oared Trireme approaching on the horizon
2	through weak leadership - a draconian captain is a key asset
3	at the hands of desperate Sea Mad sailors
4	by merfolk raiders
5	and finds new life as a ghost
6	via ennui - even the strongest stocks can't feed the gnawing boredom of months with nothing changing
7	a special kind of sailor's Hell demi-plane. Did you ship somehow slip through the thin places between worlds as someone slept during the dog watches?
8	and the sharks encircling your ship seem to know it