I stood on the small balcony of my cabin, watching the endless waves roll beneath our ship. Three days at sea, and I still couldn't quite believe the vessel responded to my every thought and command. The Ghost of the Crimson Sea - a legendary ship that only answered to Selenia blood.
My fingers traced the smooth wood of the railing, feeling the subtle thrum of power beneath my touch. The ship was alive in ways I couldn't fully comprehend. It moved with perfect precision through dangerous waters, almost as if it could read my thoughts before I formed them.
"Where are you, Landon?" I whispered, my eyes scanning the vast horizon. Somewhere out there, my mate was searching for me. I could feel it in my bones, in the frantic tugging of our bond that remained despite the distance between us.
