The choking feeling got worse and everything became a blur. Serenica was not sure if she was falling, surely she wasn't standing upright anymore, but regardless of her position her vision was full of the exact color of the dusky sky over Aja Vana.
Her panic faded away into the oblivion that began on the edges of her consciousness until she did not think, feel or even try to breathe.
Then it all came back to her again.
A shower of water splashed on her face, cold and cruel, waking her up.
She drew a raspy breath, wordlessly overjoyed by being able to gasp for air again.
She saw the worn boots of the first mate. His bearded face appeared next to her, followed by the bookkeeper's head and a pair of soft hands in her hair.
"You will not die on me! Damned wretch!" Myorka screamed.
