down with this ship

The sky remained a violent red, the colour caught on the tips of the crystals making the whole cavern seen more akin to a photography red  room more than anything else. Dark and light at the same time, intense. The ships floorboards creaked under paw, the waves seemed distant as the tide was out, the sand beneath the ships hull was still damp; littered with shells and other bits of debris washed in.

Kaizen didn't like any of this. The red sky, the tremors; the sense of imposing change. In a way he almost didn't want to go home, felt like he'd bring the impending sense of other back to his safe place, as if staying away could make a difference. As if the sky wasn't red in Auster too.