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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.