-Tour Ship, Boundary Sea-
The journey to their next island continued peacefully but as the sun set, so did the calm waves. Clouds rolled in, obscuring the light of the moon as the waves swelled higher, rocking the ship from side to side.
The passengers were urged into their cabins for safety, the crew running across the deck to prepare the ship for the oncoming storm.
Reqiel sat on Andras' bed and stared out the window of their cabin with a forlorn look on his face. The journey from the Mistbourne to Coldshore had been very peaceful so he had never experienced a storm before; he didn't like the way his stomach moved with the ship.
Andras stood on the other side of the cabin, somehow managing to perfectly keep his balance even in the increasingly unsteady ship. He didn't appreciate that his enemy had to be nature, there was no way to defeat it to bring Reqiel ease.