(The Timeless Ocean, Anderson and Mickey's POV)
The deck had never felt heavier.
Wind howled faintly over the water as Commander Mickey James and Commander Anderson Silva stood frozen at the bow, the stillness around them broken only by the slow creak of wood and the rhythmic lap of waves against the hull.
Both men looked pale, their faces drained of color, as though every drop of blood in their bodies had realized what was about to happen before their minds could accept it.
"Where is the Young Lord?" Mickey muttered, his voice barely rising above the whisper of the sea breeze. "He just… disappeared."
Anderson crouched down, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands gripping his hair as he stared at the faint ripples where Leonardo had disappeared from the rowboat just minutes ago.
His expression was blank, the kind that only came when a man's brain refused to process the enormity of what had transpired.
