"Oren, for the sake of the sea, please stop vomiting!" Cora yelled to the boy in disgust. Her face contorts as he looked back at him, his head thrown over the side of the ship. Amor sat next to him, his face drained and annoyed by Oren's constant need for him as his stomach convulsed and he let out the food he ate into the blue waters.

"We've been out here for a week," Oren said hoarsely between the spastic eruption of his stomach as it attempted to throw up the empty contents of his stomach. His face covered in sweat mixed with a light dusting of food. His hair stuck to his forehead.

"The sea doesn't travel on your time," Theyo called out from the ship's wheel. His rough hands gripped the handles, steadying the rocking as best he could for Oren.

The wind against the sail with a galeforce, pushing the ship through the waters, breaking waves that dared crashed against the hull as the sun beamed down against their skins. Each long day had been hot, but the mist the ocean splashed against their faces cooled them for a moment each day, and the long, unbearable wait for another was horrible.

Amor stood up from his lover, "Oren, get up." Amor's face, no longer pale, had turned a light shade of brown, the tawny color nearly matching Cora's complexion. Oren the same.

"I can't!" Oren complained. Another convulsing.

"Fine! Stay there!" Amor's tone grew, the annoyance coming out. Oren wanted to hit back, but his stomach had other ideas. Amor previous wish to leave Oren had died off. He was going to leave him and return to the dark, hot chambers under the ship but he couldn't. As much as he hated being around Oren in this state, he hated that Oren had to go through it.

Amor sighed gently, his eyes drifting out to the sea watching as the water flowed, dark and blue, mysterious and alluring. The sun caught the water in the most beautiful ways causing a shimmer across the surface. It was as beautiful the day he arrived in Aecor, and the day he left. Magnificent and vast, nothing but...

His eyes squinted as something came into view, bobbing over the waves. He couldn't make it out but it was something, something other than a piece of wood, it was something white or covered in white.

"Hey!" He called out, gaining the attention he needed. "What's that?!" He pointed out to the sea. Oren looked up for a moment to see the mysterious white object. Cora raced from the bow of the ship. Her hair was pinned up with a small piece of rope, sweat dripped down her temples and her eyes, those once deep blue eyes, now brightened into a cold, icy blue. She looked in the direction Amor pointed.

"It looks," she paused, squinting, hoping to see better. The object moved, or something moved on the object, whatever happened, the three of them saw it.

"Theyo, turn the boat," Cora said gently. Theyo looked at the commotion, brows furrowing.

"But, we'll get off course." He tried to argue.

"Turnt he boat! There is a person out there!" Shock ran over Theyo. He quickly turned the wheel, the ship jerking causing all three of them to roll across the deck.

"Oh no!" Oren cried out before he threw up caused by the sudden motion. Cora and Amor stood up as best they could, trying to steady themselves. The ship was now heading towards the person, the wind pushing forcibly against the sails as if aiding in the rescue. As she got closer, a faint voice began to call out, asking for help. Cora raced to the edge of the shape, calling out.

"Hang on!" She yelled to whoever was drifting. "We need a rope!" The ship was getting closer by the second and stopping was out of the question. Cora ran around the deck, racing to find some rope, "help me find rope! Theyo! Rope!"

"Under the deck!" They responded as he watched the distance between them and the drifter close. Amor raced under the deck, disappearing. Cora sprinted back to the bow and watched the drifter continue to yell for help. And she got closer she got to see a face and hair. White hair. She froze as memories of that night raced back to her.

"I've got it!" Amor came back to the deck and raced to Cora. The Drifter was now right in front of them. "Catch!" Amor shouted and threw out the rope. It landed in front of her, she held onto it tightly. Amor began to pull at the line but was struggling.

"Cora, help me!" He strained as he continued to pull and pull, his arms burning. Cora was staring down at the drifting woman who, too, was also struggling to pull herself up. Cora couldn't get that night out of her head. The sight, the goddess, the cold air, the way she treated Cora, and the task. The same feelings were consuming her she had that night.

"Cora!" Amor called again. They were passing her. She was screaming as the wake from the ship slapped against her face.

"Help!" The struggling woman called out as Amor held onto the rope with all his strength and her with her life.

"Cora! Oren! Somebody!" Amor kicked at the ship's deck, pounding.

"Cora, help him!" Theyo shouted at her, but she did nothing. She stood there completely paralyzed. Amor was about to let go, his hands burning at the rope slipped through his hands. Oren, in all his seasick glory, gripped the line with Amor, the color had drained out of his face, but his determination proved strong. He pulled with his lover, tugging the woman up the side of the boat, her feet kicking on the bottom of the ship. With one final pull, Amor and Oren pulled her up with everything they had left, shortly falling to the floor with the woman. All three of them were heavily panting. Amor and Oren lay next to each other, the drifter woman so familiar to Cora on top of them. Together they looked up at the princess, their faces filled with disappointment and vexation.

"Thanks," the drifter woman said before she rolled off the two boys. Cora looked down at her, her heart pounding in her chest. Nothing could calm the storm that brewed inside her with her eyes fixated on the waman, the skin on her lips tingled with familiarity...it was her.