“Shipwife Meas,” she said. She was tall, thin and with long red hair that she brushed out of her face with a hand that had three fingers fused together. “Ey?” said Meas “I would ask a question.” “And what is your name?” “Jennil, Shipwife Meas.” “Ask your question, Jennil.” The room went silent, all the better to hear what was asked of the most famous shipwife on the Scattered Archipelago. “I lost my child and man at Safeharbour, Shipwife, so if I join your crew, do you promise us action? For I thirst for vengeance.” Joron saw the smile creep across Meas’s face. “Oh Jennil,” she said, “if you
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