Eris POV

The day was warm, the sun hanging lazily in the sky as the ship sliced through the endless sea. I stood near the railing, the wind teasing my hair, making it dance around my face. The crew was busy with their usual tasks—ropes, sails, barrels—but today, something felt different. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, like there was a shadow lurking in the corners of the ship.

It had been a few weeks since I first set foot on the ship, and I was starting to feel more at home—if only just. The constant rocking no longer made me seasick, and the crew...