Mag-log inANTHONY’S POVThe helicopter blades cut through the night like a warning.I barely felt the cold wind whipping against my face as we lowered toward the ship. The Ardent Crown glowed below us, an island of light floating in endless black water. Calm. Pristine. Almost mocking in its normalcy.Nothing about it looked wrong.That was the problem.The moment my boots hit the deck, the captain was already there, waiting. Captain Reynolds was a solid man in his late fifties, hair graying at the temples, posture rigid with a kind of professional shame.“Mr. Möller,” he said, offering his hand. “I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances.”I shook it briefly. “It’s okay, Captain, just tell me what you know.” He nodded and motioned for me to walk with him. Crew members moved around us quietly, deliberately, eyes flicking toward me and then away. Clearly, word of the incident had spread, and this would be all the passengers talked about for the next few days. “We believe the incident oc
ANTHONY’S POVSaturday mornings with Donna had become my favorite kind of routine.No alarms. No schedules. No boardrooms calling my name before sunrise. Just sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows, the smell of coffee, and my daughter padding around the house in socks that never quite stayed on her feet, somehow.She sat at the island now, legs swinging, coloring very seriously with her tongue poking out the side of her mouth. The page was already a riot of pink and purple, some abstract creature that looked like a unicorn if you squinted generously.I set a plate of pancakes in front of her. “Blueberries or chocolate chips?”She looked up, eyes solemn. “Both.”I smiled. “A negotiator already.”“You taught me,” she said gravely.I laughed and ruffled her hair. “That’s not something you should admit out loud.”She beamed anyway.Mark arrived just after ten, as he usually did when he had updates he preferred to deliver in person. The front door opened and closed, and a moment l
OSTARA’S POVConsciousness came back to me slowly, like something reluctant to return.The first thing I noticed was the stillness… no gentle rocking beneath me. No low hum of engines or distant wash of waves against steel.That absence was what snapped my eyes open.I lay on my side on a concrete floor, cheek pressed against the cold. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing behind my eyes. My mouth tasted faintly metallic. I could feel the thick rope cutting into the skin of my wrists and ankles. Even if they were free, though, I couldn’t have moved. My limbs felt heavy, sluggish, and I was sure I’d been drugged. I forced myself to stay still and listen.Air moved around me, but it wasn’t open sea air. It smelled old—dust, oil, something faintly chemical. Somewhere far away, I heard a muffled sound that might have been traffic. Or machinery. Or both.I swallowed hard.Wherever I was, it wasn’t the ship.I pushed myself up onto my elbows, blinking against the dim light. The space aroun
OSTARA’S POVThe ship looked unreal at night.Silver-blue light spilled across the deck, moonlight glancing off polished railings and glass panels like something half-dreamed. The ocean stretched endlessly in every direction, dark and breathing. It was beautiful. But for some reason, the crows circling above the ship kept haunting me. I lay awake in my cabin, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythm of the waves.Sleep refused to come. My mind kept circling the same thoughts—Anthony, Donna, Harvest Bloom, now Natalie… I rolled onto my side and checked my phone. No messages. Anthony was likely asleep by now, with Donna tucked in beside him.I smiled faintly at the thought.A soft knock sounded at the door.“Ossie?” Natalie’s voice floated through the door. Quiet. Careful. “I couldn’t sleep.”I hesitated for half a second—then stood and opened it.She stood there barefoot, hair loose around her shoulders, holding two cups of tea. Steam curled gently into the hallway.“I figure
NATALIE’S POVThe ship slept like a living thing… breathing slow, steady, unaware.Above, laughter had faded, the music long gone. Only the low hum of the engines remained, a pulse beneath my feet as I slipped out of my cabin and into the corridor.The air was colder down here, near the lower decks. The walls smelled faintly of salt and polish. I walked quickly, head down, until I reached the railing outside the crew’s access passage.My phone buzzed once in my pocket. The encrypted number flashed.Peter.I pressed accept before I could talk myself out of it.“You’re on the ship,” he said. No greeting, no pause. Just that flat voice, angry and precise. “I know you are. So where are my updates?”“Good evening to you too,” I muttered. “I’m working on it.”“I don’t need excuses,” he snapped. “You were supposed to report every twelve hours. You’re playing a dangerous game, Nat.”“I’m playing the game you asked me to play,” I said, my voice sharp despite myself. “It’s fine. We’re gaining t
OSTARA’S POVThe cruise wasn’t extravagant in any way. No neon lights, no loud music, no diamond chandeliers. It was understated and polished, much like Anthony. In fact, it was so much like him that I had to ask if he’d bought a cruise line when I wasn’t looking. He said he wished he thought of that. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing, but you could never be too careful. Cream-colored decks, soft jazz drifting from hidden speakers, and waiters in crisp uniforms gliding past like ghosts. The kind of place where old money came to disappear for a while.Anthony stood with me on the dock, his hand resting against my lower back as the boarding call echoed across the bay. Donna was hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe.“Mummy,” she mumbled into my coat, “are you sure you have to go?”“I’ll be back before the month ends, baby,” I told her. “I’ve been so far from Harvest Bloom this whole time, it would be good to be in my office for a bit.” She nodded, understanding perfectly. I wa







