The world was plunged into darkness as nighttime arrived. The waters surrounding the Aegir had been passing by an ink-like liquid that was as tenebrous as the depths.
The moon rose far above the skies, illuminating some of the ink-black seawater.
The moment looked serene, peaceful even..
The waves were calm and the seas were silent.
But the crew knew not to take this silence for granted.
As they had already survived two Leviathan encounters today, the crew was left hours upon hours of rest. And as the night arrived, the hours of respite that they had received turned suspicious.
And yet, the crew enjoyed these quiet hours, resting their weary bodies and doing their respective chores.
For three hours, Cetas had slept in the quarters below deck, which was now vastly different from the day prior. The hammocks were raised, the furniture was in a different place, and the overall vibe seemed to be just put back together in quick succession.
