Prince Rain had been at sea for six days.

Nothing but swelling waves and twisting storms for six long days of beating sun and frosted nights.

All in the name of the voyage of new land.

For a water ghoul, he didn't mind being on the beautiful oak wood ship that looked like it was plucked straight from a fairy tale.

The night was cool, the stars and twin moons casting the air in fleeting silver as Rain leaned against the ship railing, unable to sleep.

His gaze was cast out at the rocks nestled in the waves and kelp that brushed the waters surface, simply enjoying the comfort of the swaying sea.