The Sea Phantom

The next morning came with a grayish dawn and the sharp cries of seagulls echoing through the salty air. Fog still lingered low over the sea like a ghostly veil, and the distant sound of waves lapping against wood gave the entire port a rhythmic pulse.

The group, half-awake and carrying their bags and supplies, made their way back to the harbor where the Sea Phantom awaited them.