The sea darkened as they sailed deeper.
It wasn't a sudden change. The water simply lost its color, the blue fading into something more along the lines of gray bleeding into black.
Harsh, dense mist surrounded them, causing visibility to drop to little more than the length of the ship, the fog swallowing anything beyond it until sky and sea blurred together.
The world felt muted, like somebody had just drained all the saturation out.
Waves slapped against the hull in slow, uneven rhythms, rocking the vessel just enough to be irritating rather than dangerous. The ship bobbed, dipped, then rose again, over and over.
Ryn did not look well.
He stood near the rail, one hand gripping the wood a little tighter than necessary, his face pale.
"…You good?" Jay asked, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice.
Ryn swallowed. Hard.
"Fine," he said. "Perfectly fine."
The ship lurched slightly to the side.
He stiffened.
Fritz watched him for a moment, then tilted his head.
