Chapter Type: Character Development, Time Skip
There was a sighting of a Clan Wyvern ship, but it wasn't flying the black. We passed each other without hostility.
"Part Wave." I chanted. It was hard not to be enthusiastic; the main line, and relative safety, were less than a day northward.
That said, we'd lose a day at the north end of an island, taking shelter from a storm that stretched over a third of the sky.
"That HAS to cover at least half the Isles." I said.
"It'll be broken up by the Isles before it gets to us." Bosun Melody said. She was a blond, tall and thin and scarred, but strong enough to pick up an adult with one hand to send him flying with a blow from the other.
I'd only seen her do it the once, and I won't argue the swab wasn't asking for it in an impolite manner.
It was during the storm that the merfolk came onboard. From below the decks, we didn't hear anything until the battle was started.
So VERY ALMOST to the Daurian plotline... but there are things I need to cover here.
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