The problem was that… Conner knew exactly what he had to do. He had known from the moment he had woken up, which was why he had gazed at the ship captain in such a manner.
It was why, despite the storm thrashing the fishing boat, he could come and stand out there without any fear of being swept away when even the captain dared not come up.
Conner grabbed the railing tightly, wishing he didn't have to do this, but knew he had to. This was the only way, he had lived and worked with these men for more than three years.
It was impossible for him to just look away and watch them drown when he knew there was something he could do about it. Conner closed his eyes and felt within himself, calling forth a power he had sealed away due to fear.
Soon, he went deeper and deeper into himself, until he was lost in a trance.
