The young woman and her samoyed walk upstairs into the light.
Young Woman: Come on, Kat. Let's see what the monsters are scared of.
Kat: Bowf!
They come up to the top deck, and meet their fellow travelers. The old bearded man who called her is at the helm - he has a calm smile and vine tattoos on his arms. Two other young adults - a short, strong and spunky girl in a shirt that says "St. Gourami Marlins - Established 2782;" and a sour-faced young man with spiky hair, reddish-pink eyes, and a tropical shirt - are scanning the horizon
Young Dark-haired Woman: PHAE! It's 2 A.M.! Happy 2 A.M.!
Phaedra: Hey guys. Any flashing lighthouses?
Young Dark-haired Woman: Nope! Stable and shiny!
Young Man: And no fog or ships in the area. Would be easier to see without a billion lights on at once...
They all look out to the horizon. Things are eerily still.
Phaedra: Still... that doesn't mean we're alone.
Phaedra speaks sternly. Her friends look on with concern on their faces.
Phaedra: Seaghosts moan every night... but they should never scream like this. Something's following us. And it's either them...
