I heard nothing of flapping sails, the creaking oak, the roar of displaced waves. I saw no face of a woman carved on the prow of a ship. I felt nothing as ropes were let down to snag my hapless body, even less as I was dragged over the side and onto the deck. I believe I was carried below and laid on a surgeon’s trunk, and I remember the face of a young man with black hair and brown eyes. Behind him, another man, this one tall and thin but with the curved horns of a faun. Behind them both stood a Rhi’Ahr man in a captain’s coat, arms folded across his chest. It was a nightmare, clearly. All I
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