Days had passed and if there was one thing the crew could agree on, it was that the sea had never looked so endless.
There was no storm now. No dragons. No towers of stone stretching into the sky. Just sky and sea, and more of it, and more of it, and more of it.
The kind of blue that started to claw at the mind. The kind that made you forget that land was ever real.
The Lady Rill drifted like a leaf in a blue desert, waiting for something that wasn't coming.
Ren stood at the bow, his eyes scanning the horizon for the hundredth time that morning.
His hands rested on the damp wood of the rail, and his expression never changed.
Still, still, still. Watching. Hoping. Or maybe just pretending to hope.
Behind him, the crew felt it.
Restlessness.
Zuzu sat at the helm, her hands loosely on the control water rope, barely manipulating the current anymore.
