Before I can question what emergency that might be, the first mate is walking away. My doubt forms into a single sentence. “What are the odds we survive this journey?” Kai runs a hand through his windblown hair. “You tell me, Little Psychic.” I roll my eyes. “I’m sensing that we may end up in the sea before even spotting land.” He smiles, and suddenly, the frigid water starts to seem like a good idea. “Then I’ll swim for the both of us.”
