The night was deep. The gentle light from the heaven bounced beautifully off the surface of the calm ocean water. The ocean was quiet and serene and the Sothian ship moved gracefully upon the surface of the water. Draxion and company had now been traveling for six days since they left the western shore of Solia with their prisoner.
On the front deck of the ship, Shem, Draxion's assistant, stood alone holding the ship's massive wheel with his right hand. He wore a heavy woolen coat with a huge hood falling behind his back. All the other men were fast asleep in their chambers, including Draxion. Shem was the one on duty, steadying the wheel in his hand, navigating towards the South.
Inside a dark room on the lower decks of the ship, Martha was locked inside a metallic cage. The room she
