To my surprise, one of the pirates pulls his cloak off and immediately heads to my side. He touches the net and whispers a word, and it falls away like water. Is that…magic? The man says nothing to me, simply wraps his cloak around my body, hiding my nudity and helping me stand. He brushes sand off of the cloak as I get to my feet, and glares at his compatriots. “She is in the service of the gods, just as we are. She deserves respect, too.” They just laugh at him. “Then you can watch over her, Zakros.”
