The gentle light failed to rise from the horizon, and the White Tide was caught by the storm, torrential rain and thunder swirling above this sea.
Even though it was daytime, the world was still shrouded in gray, as if he had returned to Old Dunling.
However, the people on the ship were not panicked; the ballroom played melodies, people moved through the dining room with raised glasses, celebrating the new day, as if nothing outside could stop the revelry within the ship.
Lorenzo had awakened at some unknown time, leaving Watson's [Gap] and returning here, aboard the White Tide.
His gaze passed through the window, looking at the ocean gradually boiling under the heavy rain.
"Where are you now, Watson?" Lorenzo asked.
"I'm right here."
The voice sounded by his ear, an invisible presence floated like a ghost beside Lorenzo. He couldn't see her, yet he could truly feel her presence.
"Do you know what to do next?"
