The journey back to Gwendolyn was uneventful, to say the least.
Standing in the deck, Cain admired the dark, frothy ocean, his gaze serene.
A wave of salty air washed over his face, driving the peace home even more.
There was absolutely no reason for this wonderful feeling to be destroyed by acknowledging the unholy beings that dwelt beneath the black oceanic tidal waves smashing into the rocks on the coast.
The entire ship was desolate.
There was absolutely no one there.
'Well, that's not quite true, is it?'
Cain glanced behind him.
Floating above his shoulders, just a few inches away, was a ghastly apparition in the form of a beautiful young woman in a long white satin tunic.
Her eyes were of hollow darkness, devoid of anything living.
Cain sighed once again.
The ghost of Gwendolyn didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood today. In fact, she hadn't said a word to him all this time, merely glaring daggers into his back.
He shrugged.
