She hurled her father’s old silver sextant into the vertical wall. The object didn't sink; it hung in the air, spinning rapidly until it tore a hole in the fabric of the mist. The Iron Gull was pulled through the breach, leaving the world of men behind. The Gilded Shoal

"You were always ready, Elshabeth," he whispered, his voice carrying over the silent water. "But to bring me back, someone must stay to hold the door." The Captain's Choice

It was Silas. He hadn't aged a day. He looked up, his eyes matching Elshabeth’s amber gaze, and smiled a weary, heartbreaking smile.

As the moon began to slide into the earth’s shadow, the Iron Gull groaned. The water around the hull turned from sapphire to a bruised, electric purple.