Chapitre 163: Call from the sea(1)

Blake's ship sliced through the waves as the jagged silhouette of the island came into view. The rocky coast rose steep and unforgiving, cliffs plunging into the sea like the jaws of a beast, but nestled in the heart of it was Blacktide Cove, the only place on the island that welcomed ships. A narrow strip of sandy beach curved into a natural harbor, its calm waters offering refuge from the wild seas beyond.

As they drew closer, Blake's eyes scanned the horizon, noting the dozens of ships already anchored in the cove. Their sails hung limp, banners fluttering weakly in the wind. recognized many of the banners—old rivals, former allies, and friends.