The Sea is Deep

A long while back I joined Inkitt and posted this story there. Inkitt turned out to be far too much + weirdly designed (you can't even delete your own account!) so I've chosen to move this story here. My first attempt at a non-fanfiction short story, so I'm not overly happy with it, but I'm not going to delete it either :)

The crash shook the ship, making every board creak and groan with strain. Nadina huddled closer to the barrels she’d hidden behind, kept a firm grip on her compass, and prayed. She wasn’t exactly sure who she was praying to. Her people had never had a god of the sea or for sailing. It seemed a waste of perfectly good gods when your people had lived most of their lives in a landlocked desert.

Above deck she could hear shouting and the trampling of boots. The general noise of the crew didn’t sound much different from the other sixteen days she’d listened to it, yet she now felt the need to pay close attention. Something had changed, and it wasn’t just the fog outside.

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