The first light of dawn stretched across the sky, casting a soft golden glow upon the endless expanse of water. The small fishing boat drifted forward, its humble sail catching the morning breeze as it journeyed towards the distant silhouette of Torwelt Harbour. The salty air carried the rhythmic creak of wood and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull, a stark contrast to the violent chaos that had led Jim and the princess here.
The fisherman, a grizzled man with weather-worn skin and eyes that had seen both the bounty and wrath of the sea, adjusted the sail with practiced ease. He cast a glance at his unexpected passengers—two unconscious figures, their bodies still damp from their harrowing plunge into the abyss the night before.
Jim lay on his back, his chest rising and falling
