You gaze out over the unnervingly soundless sea, scanning for the ship you know will come. When you look back the figures have already faded into the encroaching mist.
Feeling suddenly vulnerable and chilled by the slick salt air you instinctively reach for the sword sheathed at your hip.
In a flash a great creaking ship alights, and just as soon you find yourself aboard, swallowed on all sides by gleaming, flat horizon.
Where the ship anchors once more an army already lays in wait. Your fellows pour onto the shore, front lines swiftly meeting. As you cut through the row you see another fighting fiercely through wave after wave. As they approach and meet your gaze you recognize none other than your younger self.
