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... lt wrong.
The sea remained calm, but not in the comforting way sailors prayed for. . It simply existed—flat, gray, and watchful. Waves rolled beneath the ship with mechanical regularity, as if the water had settled into a pattern and refused to deviate from it.
The crew adjusted accordingly.
Watches grew longer. Sleep came in shallow fragments, broken by instinct rather than sound. No one complained openly, but conversations shifted. Fewer jokes. Fewer glances over the ra ...
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