The dream was so vivid, so real, it was unmistakable. Cyrus tor away from his nightmare in a cold sweat. But just like every time before, this was no nightmare. but a memory. seeking comfort in the slow rocking of the ship, he decides to get up and take in some fresh air.
Before he could make his way past the lower midship, he was stopped by the curious voices of his fellow crew. Elden, the Captain of the Fattison was discussing plans with the Cartographer all the while Aramil and Mingrim were enjoying a few bowls of clam chowder.