บท 218: The Knives

The Princess was prepared for the mission. They circled around the dangerous cove, opting to sail in safer shallows. The air was as hot as it was humid, making clothes cling to skin. The turquoise of the waters looked luxurious.

Serenica never wanted to leave the heavenly tropical zone.

They circled around the island, to the north, with a refreshing gasp of wind behind them. Once one actually got to the high seas, the heat was compensated by the cool, continuous flow of air.

Sadly, their voyage was not a long one and could hardly even be called a voyage at all. Their boots met the silky sand of a northern island not long after their departure from Aja Vana.

"This is it, this is where I want to die," Serenica proclaimed as she examined the huge leaves of a tree that looked a lot like the palm trees of Aja, but with a trunk that had more prominent scales.