Mood: The ship leaves shore with the tide, timbers groaning as oars bite the water and wind drives it west. Below deck, darkness presses close, chains scraping as the sea pounds the hull without pause. He is young, taken without warning, carried from his home across cold and hostile water. By the time land rises again, the crossing has marked the beginning of a life that will one day return to Ireland as legend. Smells like: Sea salt and driftwood fill the air, mixed with the scent of oiled ship timbers pressed close below deck. A trace of bergamot and coastal neroli cuts through the damp wood and brine—the breath of a vessel under sail, carrying its captives westward across open water toward shores not yet known. Scent Strength: Medium