Midnight blanketed the sea in a veil of silver and shadows. The stars, endless and scattered like forgotten dust, twinkled overhead as the Sea Phantom glided smoothly across the open ocean. The sails whispered against the wind, and the slow creak of wood and rope added a quiet rhythm to the night.
Below deck, most of the ship had already fallen into the lull of sleep. The group — Eleanor, Sophia, Marcus, Jason, Sera and even the dwarf— had finally decided to retire. The motion of the sea, the salty air, and the steady roll of the ship had taken its toll. Marcus had mumbled something incoherent about his stomach and dreams of warm ale before passing out on his hammock. Jason, still clutching the crossbow he insisted on sleeping with, was snoring lightly.
But Liam couldn't sleep. Not yet.
Something about the sea called to him.