The young woman and her samoyed walk upstairs into the light.
Young Woman: Come on, Kat. Let's see what the monsters are scared of.
They come up to the top deck, and meet their fellow travelers. The old bearded man who called her is at the helm - he has a calm smile and vine tattoos on his arms. Two other young adults - a short, strong and spunky girl in a shirt that says "St. Gourami Marlins - Established 2782;" and a sour-faced young man with spiky hair, reddish-pink eyes, and a tropical shirt - are scanning the horizon
Young Dark-haired Woman: PHAE! It's 2 A.M.! Happy 2 A.M.!
Phaedra: Hey guys. Any flashing lighthouses?
Young Dark-haired Woman: Nope! Stable and shiny!
Young Man: And no fog or ships in the area. Would be easier to see without a billion lights on at once...
They all look out to the horizon. Things are eerily still.
Phaedra: Still... that doesn't mean we're alone.
Phaedra speaks sternly. Her friends look on with concern on their faces.
Phaedra: Seaghosts moan every night... but they should never scream like this. Something's following us. And it's either them...