‘If he was Igrot’s ship, then where is Igrot’s star?’ another voice demanded. ‘He put that star on everything that belonged to him.’ The long-ago horror of the star being cut into his chest was eclipsed by the memory of a thousand inky needle-pricks jabbing the same emblem into his hip. He began to tremble. Every plank in his body shuddered. The calm waters of the lagoon shivered against him.
