The compass needle spun in a full circle for the third time, and the captain slammed it against the wheel in frustration.
"Useless," he muttered. "Been dead reckoning for the last two hours on nothing but the sun and Lira's bearing."
Talyn gripped the ship's rail, scanning the horizon where the water had turned an unnatural shade of gray, matching a sky that hadn't produced a single beam of clean sunlight since morning. "How far off course are we."
"No way to know," the captain said. "Landmarks stopped matching the chart an hour back. We're sailing blind."
Ottilie stood near the bow, jaw tight, watching the strange stillness of the water. "This doesn't feel natural. No wind, but the current's pulling us forward anyway."
"It's not natural," Lira said, emerging from below deck, still we
