“How long will it take to reach Turah?” I asked. “Eight to nine days, depending on the weather. We’ve got provisions for two weeks in case of an emergency.” “Is that why you brought three ships, not one? In case of an emergency?” I looked to the Cleaver, then the Cannon. Three ships felt unnecessary. Unless maybe it wasn’t enough. “How many ships did you leave Turah with?” “Six.” My jaw dropped. Half hadn’t made the crossing. “Marroweels?” “And a storm,” he said. “Gods.” I signed the Eight. “Are you frightened?” “Yes.” I was too tired to deliver a decent lie. “Good,” he murmured. “You should
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