As the Horizon's Call entered a world where even the slightest winds started to speak of approaching unrest, the heavens darkened menacingly over the vastness of the ocean. Deep blues and grays mixed in a chaotic dance beneath a sky packed with storm clouds, the once-calm waters having taken on a gloomy color.
Every face on board displayed the strain of long, difficult trips; nevertheless, even as doubt crept into their souls, an unrelenting spark of defiance burned in their eyes.
At the bow, Seraphine maintained a stiff posture against the stinging wind cutting through her dark hair. I'm still pulsing in her like a consistent drumbeat; the oath they had vowed in the silence of that starry night served as a reminder of the togetherness and resolve that had taken them through many challenges. But today a fresh difficulty was just waiting to surface.
