[Outside a mausoleums Sofia feels the chill as ghost brushes against her. She wasn't scared of ghost stories but this place felt angry. She tries to use the wind as a barrier between herself and the ghostly inhabitants of the ship.
Her lips were dry, and the more she thought about how thirsty she was, she craved liquid.]
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Her lips were dry, and the more she thought about how thirsty she was, she craved liquid.]
There has to be water here somewhere.