Chapter Nine: Grasping At Shadows
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reak... creak... creeeeaakk...Prince Gideon lay awake on the soft, red velvet of the bed in his personal sleeping chamber. His hands were clasped behind his head as he stared up at the polished wooden ceiling of The Whisperwinds. He could hear the creaking of another passenger moving in the hallway outside his room. He closed his eyes and focused on the subtle vibrations of the vessel as it spurred through the depths. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily, though that was becoming an increasingly hard exercise as air ran out in the long, slender Münshirling watercraft. He was bored, hot, and weary of the journey. Though The Whisperwinds was one of the finest vessels to have ever cruised through Sjorian waters, it was hardly a luxurious trip. To evade detection of Vül pirates, the submersible vessel had been designed for efficiency, not necessarily comfort.