Chapter 291: Posthumous Work (10)
“Plop!”
It was impossible to tell how long she had been falling when Everly’s body suddenly struck something thick, damp, and heavy.
It was like molten lava—a dense, viscous substance that enveloped her completely, restraining her body as it dragged her inward. Before long, a faint pop sounded, as though she had pierced an invisible membrane. The suffocating pressure of being tightly wrapped around instantly eased, and Everly felt herself being “spat out” by whatever had swallowed her.
Thud!
Her body slammed onto a hard surface.
Before the pain even registered, the first thing Everly noticed was the damp, salty smell of the sea breeze.
A torrential downpour raged around her. Lightning split the sky as thunder roared overhead, while fierce winds lashed the sea. Raindrops the size of beans pelted her face and body, cold enough to sting her skin. Within moments, her thin clothing was soaked through. The icy wind cut through the drenched fabric, making her shiver uncontrollably.
For some reason, the ground beneath her pitched and rolled violently.
Supporting her aching head, Everly struggled to her feet and looked around, only to discover that she had landed on the deck of a wooden ship.