Stavanger Bay only you know the way that i break

They had seen several of their members come and go without so much as a passing word. Ford wondered what the rift had lacked to send so many of them away. If he had even a fraction of the superstition that his mother carried, he would have thought that it was a sign of his own failure. He would have realized that it was the way of the universe to fall upon him and teach him its cruel lessons. Instead, his rational mind worked to overcome their turnover rate. He did not want to see passersby only so that they could abandon their attempt at greatness after only moments in the rift.
 
His mind was so occupied by these thoughts that he did not notice the approaching figure of Dalia. His brow was furrowed into a tight knit above his mismatched gaze. The dark line of his lips was turned downward into a thoughtful frown. All the while, he looked out upon the ocean and wished that he could spend the rest of his days beneath the swell instead of chained to the land and the air that they breathed.