The wind from the sea made the ship sway from side to side as the deep waves made it rumble.
Cough! Cough!
It was Joya; she coughed out more water before her breath finally steadied. She slowly opened her eyes to small lights from between the wood of the ship. penetrated through, but everywhere was still dark.
She shut her eyes again and then fell unconscious. Some hours later she regained consciousness, her blurry vision becoming more lucid as she fluttered her eyes open.
For a while she remained still. She could hear the rushing wind from the sea and inconspicuous voices. She tilted her head and saw that she was in the bottom deck of the ship. She was wearing dry clothes, which looked like rags.
When she closed her eyes, she remembered she had walked into the sea as if pulled by a f
