Prologue
Wind tore through the sails, blowing them off of the ships mast into the churning sea. Atreu was thrown off deck, plunging helplessly into the sea, the sight of his ship blocked by a humongous wave that washed over the ship, burying it in tons of water. The squirrel swam with the last bit of strength he had, remembering his fathers last words before he was blown off with the storm. Get to shore, my son. I cannot stay with you for long so these are the last words I say to you. Still wielding the dagger his father had given him we swam on through the dangerous waters. A huge wave washed him under with amazing force, down 15 feet below the surface. Swiftly he used his last ounce of strength to swim to the surface, holding on to hope for all it was worth. He burst to the surface, sopping wet with water, and gasping for air. The wind tearing at his clothes, his paws drifting lazily in the freezing waters, as he was swept into the dark sea.
