The quietness of the filthy, dark waters transform into choppy raging waves as the group rows farther into the sea.Thick fog covers the atmosphere obscuring visibility and causing tension to grow among the expeditioners.
Tolis stands at the centre of the boat holding the mast with one hand and a readily drawn sword with the other. Adriel, Theo and Ralph hold fast onto the
rotting wood that make the framework of the boat.
Shella sits near the bow, seemingly undaunted.
"Am I the only one finding this bizzare?" Theo asks in a shaky voice.
"I warned you fools we should never have set foot in these filthy waters! No way we are getting out alive!" Adriel laments bitterly.
"What is about to kill you, moron? Fog?" Ralph rebukes.
But Tolis's eyes suddenly widen with alarm. "Shella, get
