One Sane Eye
The very first night as they sailed the ocean, an hour or two from the shore a great mist had come to pass. It enveloped the ship, and everything around it, not even the ocean remained visible and the clashing sounds of waves were replaced by an eerie silence. Raven could hear his own heart; feel the throbbing of his temples, and his sense had heightened so much that every sound every creak of the wooden floor felt like an alarm.
"Something's wrong…" It was obvious, but somehow nobody else had noticed. Reina continued to steer the ship like with so much a blink and Moxy kept playing with fire in the kitchen. As for the others? Sleeping sound in their bed, even though to Raven the sound of silence was a cacophony of screaming angels.
"Reina?" Pushing a finger against her face, Raven tried to get her attention. However, unflinching—like a doll, the blacksmith kept steering the ship into the heavy mist. "Reina! Stop the ship!"