Chapter 31 Ghosts In The Wind

MAKROS' POV The boat cut through the dark waters, coming in towards the docks with a chilling calm. I breathed in, letting the air travel all through my body. The rather sulphury-scented wind filled my lungs, and was icy on my skin. It wasn't icy cold—it was a cold that carried whispers, whispers of old ghosts buried beneath the tide.