C29 Tides That Remember

The ship they chose was old—older than anyone could remember. It rested in a drydock on the edge of the forgotten coast, draped in salt-stained canvas, its hull etched with glyphs that flickered faintly when touched by moonlight. No name adorned its sides, only a symbol carved into the prow: a flame circled by waves.

"She was built during the first binding," Dorian said