The unrelenting flow of fate seemed not to exhibit any slowing down. The sea itself seemed to test the ties that had developed among everyone on board as the Horizon's Call sailed farther into unknown waters.
The early days of rebirth and promising beginnings were now giving way to a sequence of events that would either unite the crew into an enduring family or split them under the weight of old, relentless currents.
Early dawn found the first indicators of conflict starting to show. As Seraphine stood in the bow, gazing at the horizon, the sky, a canvas of pale blue striped with the yellow of a hesitant sun, gave little solace.
Though the peace of Port Alnwick had given way to the promise of fresh starts, the deep was erratic and every soft wave now held an undercurrent of doubt. Her mind spun with memories of earlier struggles—the cruel farewells, the sacrifices paid to retrieve honor, and the weight of choices that had changed lives.