The Well of Wishes

Nephis continued to struggle against the storm, guiding them through the towering waves, but Sunny and Ananke received a moment of respite. 

If it could even be called that… they were still inside the ketch, which was tossed around like a toy boat by the raging current. Sunny was using one hand and all of his tyrannical strength to keep himself in place while holding Ananke with the other. 

But without the need to feverishly scoop out water, they at least could catch their breaths and remain motionless for a while — for as long as his essence lasted, that was. 

Sunny leaned against the wet wood tiredly, consumed by bitter exhaustion. His chest was rising heavily. 

'Not good…'