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crouched beside it and began to croon a soft, watery tune. All that day and the next, she sent the water spinning round and round inside the cup, first one way, then the other. Her Water-magic had deserted her. She had once again failed her people. Her skills must be at fault. She hadn’t been practising hard enough! That would not happen again.
A few days later, as the fleet neared the Inner Sea, Storm was allowed on deck to observe the celebrations. The arrow grazes on her shoulder and leg had grown healthy scabs. Their soreness helped remind her that she had swum close to Death.
“How will you know when the Second Sea stops and the Inner Sea begins?”
“See there?” Lake pointed ahead and slightly to the left. Storm saw a dark pimple on the horizon. “The first of the inner islands, Boabar. A tall mountain sits at its heart, the fires that built it long dead. All sailors navigate by it. When it measures a hand’s width above the horizon, we will have entered the Inner Sea.”
“And then I can sail Finder?”
“And then you can stay on Wayfarer and behave yourself!” growled her uncle. “The Inner Sea may be free of Drowned Ones, but it’s home to countless
privateers, and all of them would love to get their hands
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