Rusted metal creaked beneath Kavik’s feet, her nails clicking along the flooring. She could hear the waves crashing against the back of the old ship, flooding some of the lower levels. Half of the ship was broken or missing completely, having crashed long before Kavik had even been born. It was a beautiful evening, the sun beginning to set and painting the sky a blend of reds, pinks, and oranges. It was a perfect evening for exploring and investigating the rumors she’d heard about the old...