The Horizon's Call sliced across seas as black and enigmatic as the secrets they held. Night had descended in a veil of inky blackness, and hints of the great unknown came from just the faint glow of bioluminescent currents and far-off, glittering stars.
Weary but determined, the crew had assembled on deck for their evening surveillance. Every soul had the traces of recent tribulations, and together they had survived storms that had tried the very limits of their oneness.
Now, as the ship entered unexplored waters, a strange silence descended—a silence laden with expectation, as though the ocean itself were ready to expose long-kept secrets.
