“You’ll see land soon enough, Sparrow. We’ll reach Turah before midday.” The Guardian stood behind me, leaning against the ship’s wall, ankles crossed. He was like having a giant, burly shadow. Did this man have nothing else to do but pester me whenever I came up for air? Couldn’t I have a moment of peace? “I see you got my delivery.” “Stop breaking into my room.” “What’s that word you like so much?” He tapped his chin, pretending to think it over. “No.”
