A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE FOUND ALONG THE SHORES OF THE SEA . .
(PRELUDE)
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WATER trickled down on the wooden floors of the rocking ship, leaving the floors slick with wetness. It was almost impossible to walk on the ship without slipping. The air was thick with the smell of fear and the tides were rising, but even though Tom Riddle faced these hardships, he persevered.
His throat was sore from yelling orders at his crew to keep sailing through the storm they were caught in and slowly his eyes were drooping from exhaustion. Still, those issues would be dealt with another day because as of now, the only thing he was going to worry about was finding the key to immortality and that key was lurking within the deep blues of the sea.
