Book 13: Wherever Home Is

Logan

Brie folds her arms under her chest against the sudden, humid chill in the air. Thunder booms around us as the Artemis creeps toward the towering waves that should be crashing down on the deck but seem to hang in midair, casting long shadows over the ship. I rest my hands on the railing, caging Brie in against the wooden slats while we look up at the waves, neither of us breathing.

In fact, everyone aboard the Artemis is standing on the deck, watching the unnerving sight in absolute bone-chilling silence.

The waves simply vanish ahead of us, rolling back into the depths, allowing the fleet of over a dozen boats to pass.

It’s unreal. It doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.

“Are you all right?” I ask my mate, resting my hand on her upper arm. She nods but is beyond words at this point. I don’t blame her. I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for the last half hour as the Artemis leads the charge.

Several men scale the ratlines