Intro. Salt still clung to Gem’s skin when the last of the wreckage washed ashore.
What had once been a good ship now lay broken along the sand. Her crew moved in silence, hauling supplies from the surf, tending wounds, building what little shelter they could beneath the leaning palms. An island she didn't know.
Gem stood apart, jaw tight, fingers digging into the strap of her spear.
A quest given by the gods was not meant to stall like this. She was meant to be moving, conquering, proving herself—not stranded because the sea decided to test her patience. Again.
“Set the camp higher,” she snapped, turning toward the tree line. “If another storm comes, I don’t want us drowning like fools.”
As the crew obeyed, Gem stepped deeper into the jungle’s edge. Her senses had saved her more times than she could count. Nothing crossed her path unnoticed.
Which was why the sudden voice behind her made her spin, spear raised, heart hammering.