Clear blue sky stretched across an endless ocean, unbroken except for the occasional wisp of cloud that dissolved before it could become anything. A single ship drifted across the water's surface.
Two ships, actually — but long ago, even before the Leviathan eel event, the second vessel had departed from our route and headed elsewhere.
Levi had said it served two purposes: throw off the Church and deliver legal goods to a neighboring country.
So far, that plan had worked exactly as intended. Aside from Spirit Beast attacks — which, admittedly, were their own kind of nightmare — everything had been sailing smoothly.
Until we heard a loud honk just above the horizon where we were headed.
