The storm started to rage violently tossing our ship from side to side on the ocean. We were all at the mercy of nature as the skies turned grey with heavy rain and the ocean released waves after waves of towered tides.
"How long before we reach our destination?" D asked after looking out of the window in worry.
"We are almost there."
"How do you know that?" she countered the mage.
"Because the waves are only intense when we reach the rocky islands. After that, we would be sailing smoothly for fifteen minutes or so before reaching Fern island." She spoke with confidence like she had travelled along the seas before. Maybe she had.
"You are still worried about Aaron?" She caught me staring into space again.
"Forgive me," I chuckled nervously getting an indifferent shrug from her.
"You do not need to be sorry for thinking about him. He is the reason we are all here in the first place."
