The leviathan left the eastern landing at the sixth hour on a morning that had not decided what it wanted to be — the sky running grey at the horizon and gold above it, the mountain visible for the first time from the water rather than from below, the compound a dark structured shape against the upper face that diminished steadily as the vessel cleared the harbor and found open water.
Vane watched it go from the upper deck until the cloud cover closed over it.
Then there was just the ocean.
The crossing home had a different texture from both previous crossings.
