I held my breath, counting as she stayed low, praying she wouldn’t go under, capsize, or break. But she heaved, then sighed, then settled on the water like a gull. There was silence on deck for a long moment before the ship erupted in cheers. It was magik, pure and simple, like nothing we had ever seen or experienced before. Magik and seamanship. That was the Ship of Spells.
