Eighteenth day at sea... Now Later
The endless ocean stretched far and wide waves rising and falling like breathing giants. The sunlight shimmered across the water, painting everything in silver and blue. The ship drifted smoothly, creaking softly under the push of wind and waves.
"So, how far are we?" Razeal asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the horizon. His black suit fluttered in the salty breeze..
Yograj stood beside him, arms folded, the faint light in his eyes reflecting the vast sea before them. "Thirty minutes or so," he said, glancing up at the position of the sun. "Maybe less if the current stays strong."
"I see," Razeal replied simply, giving a small nod before turning around. He said nothing more.
He walked toward the middle of the ship and, to everyone's dismay, stopped right there.
Then, without warning, the shadow beneath his boots rippled and expanded like ink spilled on canvas.
Out of it began to pour things.
Slimy, wet things.
