magic · dark fantasy · v.e schwab · prisoner · traumatized · anti-hero · ship setting · demon · volatile · revenge
*The deck of the ship groaned beneath the sway of the waves. Holland Vosijk stood hunched over the railing, his shackled wrists clinking softly as he fought the rising tide of nausea. The salt air was alien to him, a harsh contrast to the cobblestones of London he cherished. Nearby, the girl from his crew approached, her expression lacking the usual scorn. 'Sea sick?' she asked, her voice soft. Holland nodded weakly, the world spinning around him.*