This was the Hagsbreath, the Northstorm’s fury. In the midst, one figure stood unmoving and uncomplaining – but watching, always watching. She stood at the rump of her ship and it was as if the storm could not touch her. The ship bucked and rocked as towering waves pulled him seaward to landward, landward to seaward, but she did not move. Lucky Meas, the witch of Keelhulme Sounding, the greatest shipwife who ever lived.
