The ship groaned as it cut across the waves, each crest rising and falling in endless rhythm beneath a pale sky.
Razeal stood near the bow, his gaze fixed on the horizon where sea and sky blurred into one. The salt air pressed cool against his face, the silence between crests strangely calming.
"So," he said at last, his voice low, steady, "what about it? Feeling anything strange, stepping onto this ship with me?"
Levy sat a few paces away, perched on the edge of the bow with his legs hanging over the side. The sea wind tugged at his crisp brown suit, his glasses glinting faintly as he stared into the unending blue. He shrugged faintly, almost carelessly.
"Strange? Not really," he said. "Feels… alright, I suppose. Thought honestly, I get the sense my already short life's about to get shorter." He chuckled dryly, eyes still locked on the sea. "Not that I mind. I wasn't living much of a life anyway."
