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The winds rushed as the ferry braved the fierce weather off the coasts of Boston to the shortcut to Orleans. It was said to be a ninety-minute ride, but they were told to give a leeway for the weather. The captain was steering his ferry and was wondering if his ship was leaking oil. Dark spots were seen underneath the water, but any of his staff couldn't find any anomaly. Even the sonars couldn't pick up anything that could cast the shadows.

On the top deck, Noah was leaning against the rail, enjoying the winds that flayed his hair wildly. As someone who was used to fast movement, he loved the wind on his face. Gianna was standing next to him, trying to brace against the wind discreetly. She was just curious why Noah was outside in such weather.