The salty sea breeze whipped through the ship as the Vivian Caravan vessel cut steadily through the waves.
It had been a day since they left the burning town behind.
The massive ship, which resembled more of a luxurious cruise liner than a typical merchant vessel, sailed smoothly across the open sea.
Its multiple decks, elegant sails, and reinforced hull made it one of the most impressive ship.
Inside one of the modest, simple cabins, with basic furniture and limited space, lay Jake.
His body was still wrapped in clean bandages, and faint bruises lingered on his face and arms.
The golden healing potion had done most of the heavy lifting, but full recovery still took time.
He stirred slowly, letting out a low groan as consciousness returned.
"Ugh… where am I…?"
Jake tried to sit up, wincing at the soreness that radiated through his muscles.
Memories flooded back in fragments... Julian's furious attacks, the desperate fight, Henry's timely arrival, and Grace's tearful face.
