Pushing deeper into the undiscovered area, the Horizon's Call revealed a roiling mass of dark clouds and churning sea on the horizon. Nothing could have ready the crew for what now lay ahead despite the storm of the past having left its scars—gouged timbers, tattered sails, and spirits forever transformed.
The ocean today appeared to be testing them once more: a series of trials not only of natural wrath but also of the very ties that bound them together.
Seraphine stood at the front rail, staring out over the choppy seas. Every smashing wave served as a reminder of the deep's untamable might and the unrelenting wind drove salt and rain into a frenzy.
In her heart, the pledge they had signed rang out like a constant drumbeat. "We have weathered storms before," she said quietly, more to herself than to anybody else, "and every one has shown us that oneness is our only salvation."
