Chapter One
Damian stood at the bow of the Liberty, his neck craned back, eyes alight with desperation as they searched the vast expanse of sky. He lingered in an almost hypnotic trance, yearning for a sign—a pregnant cloud, a whisper of hope. Yet the heavens offered only an unwavering blanket of mockery that had glowered down upon them for six relentless months.
The beauty of it: the clear blue sky, the gentle breezes; the calm, dark waters, had lulled he and his crew into a false sense of security. None of them ever thought much about the flip-side of enjoying over a year of the most perfect vacationing weather; until they stopped at an Island to replenish their stores and found that the place was dying from drought. They had departed the Island with far more brown and rotting vegetation than fresh green. There were no animals, small or big. That was two months ago...and there was still no signs of rain in sight or on the horizon. Suddenly the severity of their situation hit him as it should have long ago. He and his crew were facing starvation.
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