Magik and seamanship, Thanavar had said. We had it in fathoms. But it was him. I knew it. All him. His plan, his goal, his ship, and ultimately, his fate. We were tied to him like stays or shrouds, lines or rigging, but he was the wind in this voyage. He was the waves. And fog it, I loved him for it. He swept his eyes across the main, found home when they found me. A twitch of his lips just for me. “All hands,” he said. “Steady as she goes.” And into the Dread we went.
