There was a quiet storm, and the thunder could be heard booming against the skies.
Isadora grew uneasy and prayed the storm wouldn't get fierce.
According to Thornfoot, it meant they were on the right track and it was only a matter of time before they reached their destination.
The sad creak of the wood and the hefty sway of the ship made it harder to sleep.
But she hadn't been sleeping for a while now. There was no peace to be found each time she closed her eyes.
Her legs bounced, and her nerves worked. It had been push and pull these last few days. She saw less of Kraven and spent more time with Logi and the crew.
It didn't feel right. They still haven't talked since that day, and she didn't want this mood to hang over them longer.
They were on a mission, and not being in sync could cause problems.
That was what she told herself, for the sake of the mission, she had to talk with Kraven.
"Alda!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet and leaving the cabin.
