For Fenna, everything that had happened in the past two days seemed to always bear a filter that was not quite real. Her life had undergone earth-shattering changes, so drastic that it felt like a ludicrous dream. She frequently doubted whether she had fallen into an illusion without knowing it—and at this moment, her self-doubt finally reached its peak.
She could not believe her eyes as Mr. Morris stood before her with a smile on his face.
The young Judge abruptly closed her eyes, thumped her forehead hard, and when she reopened them, she found Mr. Morris was still there—with a tall figure looming beside him.
It was the gloomy and imposing Captain of the Ghost Ship.
"Welcome aboard, Fenna," Mr. Morris said, "I know you have many questions..."