The eastern continent appeared at the ninth hour on the sixth day.
Mara saw it first.
She had been on the upper deck since the eighth hour, which was earlier than usual, which meant she had known the landfall timing from the leviathan's posted schedule and had calculated the approach window and had been on deck for an hour before there was anything to see because being in position before the relevant event was simply how she operated.
When the coastline appeared at the horizon she did not say anything. She gripped the railing with both hands and looked at it the way she had looked at the ocean on the first morning — the systematic intake, the flat focused attention, building the model from primary observation. But there was something underneath the systematic intake that was not systematic, something in the specific quality of how tightly she was holding the railing.
Vane stood beside her.
