As the ship moved forward, the tension only heightened. Every creak of the ship, every gust of wind, every ripple in the water set their nerves on edge. The unsettling silence of the sea was only broken by the occasional command or the sound of waves crashing gently against the hull.
Hours passed without incident, but the feeling of something lingering, something waiting, refused to let go. The ship cut through the water at an unnatural speed, its sails full, yet there was no land in sight. The night seemed to stretch endlessly before them. Jude couldn't shake the sense of dread gnawing at his mind.
Finally, just as the stars began to emerge in the dark sky, the fog rolled in. It appeared out of nowhere, thick and oppressive, swallowing the ship in its folds. The air grew cold, and the water became eerily still. The sudden change was so abrupt that it left them all on edge.
