Golden sunlight spilled across a sky so flawless it looked painted.
It was one of those rare bright mornings, and the people on the ferry seemed to take it as a sign of blessing.
A promise that the rest of the journey would be kind, at least, to their lofty plans of turning the land 'beautiful'.
In Elijah's experience, businessmen were some of the most superstitious creatures alive.
They didn't admit it outright, but he had seen enough fingers brush over hidden charms before signing contracts.
He had personally dealt with many such people in his short life. And considering he'd been working with spirits since the age of five or six, the number could fill several journals.
One of those half-filled diaries was currently resting in his bag.
He waited for the slowing-down ferry to come to a halt, staring at the approaching island.
This ride wasn't about speed.
