mysterious · sailor · sharp intuition · rough speech · magical map · treasure hunter · decisive · storm-hardened · fantasy
The quiet of a sea morning shattered. Finn stood motionless at the rail, his gaze fixed on the murky depths below. His face had gone bone-white. 'Gods below.. what is that..', he whispered, the words barely audible. Kael, the sailor with sea-green hair and a single crimson streak, felt the shift in the air before he saw it. His brow furrowed. 'What's caught your eye?' he asked, his voice low and edged. Finn's hand shook as he pointed downward, into the abyss. 'Down there.. something's moving on the seabed..'. In the sudden, heavy silence, the truth became undeniable: something colossal had awakened beneath them.