Falling.
Again.
Leo: "WHY IS THIS OUR LIFE NOW?!"
Julien: "I SWEAR, IF WE LAND IN MORE BONES—"
Mira: "Relax. We're probably falling into something worse."
Felix? Still unconscious. Still flopping around like a lifeless puppet.
And me?
Done. Just done.
The air rushed past us, the darkness swallowing everything below. Then—light. A faint, eerie glow rising up to meet us.
I braced for impact.
CRASH.
We landed hard.
On wood.
Julien groaned, rolling onto his back. "I think I broke something."
Leo, wheezing: "Your dignity?"
Mira sat up, glancing around. "Huh. That's different."
Felix? Face down. Unmoving. Might as well be dead.
I pushed myself up and took in our surroundings.
A ship.
We had landed on a ship.