Gentle wind and waves started to stir at sea.
The cold night breeze swept across the sea surface, the undulating waves hitting the sturdy hull of Homeloss in layer upon layer. Yet, despite this, the massive vessel maintained a steady course, seemingly disregarding the stormy weather as it continued at full speed toward the north.
The semi-translucent sails of the Spiritual Body billowed against the night sky, while the occasional creaking and groaning of taut ropes and masts could be heard. This living Ghost Ship seemed to let out a pleased sigh amidst the wind and waves, but the newest member on board seemed to carry a heavy heart.
Fenna had learned the truth about the Frost rebellion half a century ago from Duncan's lips, the cunning depths of the cryptic plan, and even now, half a century later, the terrifying span of that plan's implications still cast its insidious shadows.