As the Horizon's Call sailed farther into the future, the sea was no more a calm friend but a living, whirlpool force. Like an omen, dark clouds collected on the horizon, and the wind started to scream with an intensity that appeared to upset the very spirit of the water.
Every crew member in the heated environment of that tumultuous day saw that something historic was about to break—a trial that would try their togetherness and the strength of the relationships they had created by grief, sacrifice, and hope.
At the forward rail, Seraphine stood, the early light of a brooding sky hardly breaking through the dense cloud cover. Her eyes, determined but darkened by the weight of past events, peered out the never-ending surge ahead.
