Mason climbed high above the deck of the ship and looked out across the open ocean. The waters were calm due to the lack of wind. He understood that was bad for sailing, but he couldn't help but think how it made the ocean seem almost like something from a dream. The gentle rolling of the water was soft and sweet compared to the usual rough waves.
His gaze moved lower until it found what he was looking for.
Her.
Ilona had returned to her place, standing up on the rails of the ship, one hand holding onto a line and the other holding her spyglass to her eye. She leaned far out over the open ocean in a way that would cause most people to fear for their life.
Not her though. She was fearless.
