#48: An Unprecedented Void

The desolate ship stood as a stark emblem of emptiness, provoking a visceral sense of abandonment. Kelsey, momentarily engulfed by a haunting illusion, envisioned the crew’s preference for the sea’s embrace over the desolate confines of their vessel.

The enigma of The Patriot deepened. An opened porthole could have spelled doom, yet the ship remained unscathed, almost radiant. This begged the question—was this indeed the right vessel, or had they stumbled upon a mystery far greater than anticipated?