Standing on the slightly swaying deck, Charles looked at the hazy lights in the distance, a relieved smile emerging on his haggard face.
No matter what, they had finally arrived at Shattered Heart Island.
"This... all thanks to... the Great Power's... protection... His servant... saved us..." the bandaged man fell to his knees, devoutly kneeling before the sea.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Linda pressed her hand against the white triangle on her forehead, chanting sotto voce, clearly having her own interpretation of how they escaped their predicament.
Charles didn't see it that way, learning from the Giants that they had been drawn here by something, some things that moved incredibly fast in the water.
But they had not seen clearly what those things were, yet whatever it was, it surely wasn't a messenger sent by their God; the Gods of Earth Sea were never so kind.
