“Seaweed.” I said, remembering. “She had seaweed in her stomach.” Slowly, Albertine’s expression changed. “What? What is it?” “There is a spell in that book. For drowning.” The last word was almost inaudible. She reached over me, feeling the edges of the pages. “Somewhere in here.” She held open a section and I started turning the pages, studying them one by one. “Sailor’s something.” My finger frantically dragged over the handwriting until I found it. Sailor’s Scourge.
