The waves battered the wooden vessel as it struggled across the empty ocean cutting a path through the troughs and crests with seemingly little effort. The sea seemed furious at their presence yet seemed unable to still their advance. Blackwood, with no concern, stood at the ship"s bow, one of his feet resting on the start of the bowsprit. For all intents and purposes, he believed himself to appear as a great leader, a pioneer of the new world his own hands would forge. He felt powerful, unstoppable as the ocean spray parted before him. His crew, however, saw no such inspiring figure, some even wishing the vessel"s protections would falter and cast him to the elements.
This was the same ship he had used to brave the seas to Crowley. Fenris" vessel was not as it appeared, nor was there any
