The sun rises again in this strange place. The previous day was hard and wearying and you were all grateful for the rest, even as Beariit’s screams woke you in the middle of the night.
The day has already brought you something different, for the first time the sky is painted in something other than dull clouds. Even the sea appears to have a little coulour. At first you think it might be imagination but as the Faint Hope drifts aimlessly away from the rising sun you can’t help but think you feel a breeze.
This is a hopeful sign, for you had not realised how stale the air around the ship had gotten, and you taste fresh air for the first time since you awoke on the Faint Hope.
The sails begin to flap ever so slightly.