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apprentices don’t do lookout duty? If there aren’t any fish to gut then go and mend nets!”
Cloud’s eyes flashed rebelliously, but he retreated below deck.
Storm’s uncle sighed and turned to her. “Do enemies threaten?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” She swayed to the roll of the boat that was part of her now, like breathing. The fleet had left Yanlin harbour only three five-days ago, yet it felt like she had always lived aboard this ship. She had become two people – the new seafaring Storm and the barely remembered girl who had died along with her mother.
At Lake’s words, every pair of eyes on deck fixed on her. Storm felt her face grow hot. She was aware of the crew’s growing belief in her power and wished she could share their confidence. All because the Elementals had chosen to make her a witch! She would never get used to it – never lose the fear of failing these men, as she had failed Dain.
She pushed the memory of her mother from her mind and glanced again at the Albatross, high overhead. What is it? she asked, knowing her plea was useless. The Elementals communicated only when they chose.
But this time the Albatross replied: it sent mist to
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