Drenidiopectuslipia's POV
We stayed in the ship all silent not knowing what to say to each other. Hearing the possibility of Reya being the culprit with the vial got us all on the edge. What was she thinking, I thought.
"The sun hasn't still come up," Nia observed while she looked out of the window. It had been dark since yesternight giving me the opportunity to move around the ship without any fear of burning to death. It still stung to be out in the day time but not as much as the sun would if it were out.
"The Fern Island is usually like that," explained the nature mage dramatically. "It was cursed by Oceania to never see sunlight after he told the goblins there to make him some wine and they refused. It's been thousands of years but they still have the curse lingering over the land and seas."
"So this is where we stop?" Daniel said packing the clothes he had used inside his bag.
