The water beating against the wooden watercraft makes the passengers hold tight to their seats. They hadn't seen land for hours and the small boat was being furiously knocked around by waves. Jaimus and Zenith exchange looks for a moment.
"Do you regret your choice?" asks the assassin grinning.
"These waves are nothing," answers Jaimus trying to hide his feelings of motion sickness.
A wave plashes into their boat and both passengers can feel the change in temperature. The mildly cold waters that encircle Victoria Island are now turning into the frigid waters of Ossyria.
