Almyra gasped, turning towards the west like a flag under a sharp wind.

The ocean had pulsed with the message, the calling. The coin.

The final coin and this could all be righted, fixed, their accursed lives saved. Their damned souls freed once and for all.

The wind howled around them, the sky darkening with clouds and the ship turned almost of her own free will towards what every member of crew had gathered on the port side to face.

At last. She thought, a feeling as close to joy that she had felt in a long time bubbling up in her cold chest.