A Crown Cut with Salt
“Find him a hammock. If he snores, I want him on rat duty.”
“Yes, Captain,” Jas said, grinning like the moon had given him a secret.
“Welcome to the Gilded Wraith,” Kade said to me. He did not offer his hand.
“Thank you,” I said, because boys are grateful when they get what they ask for. Inside, my heart beat against my ribs like a trapped gull.
As Jas led me toward the ladder that would take me below deck, we passed the figurehead. Up close, the woman’s face was smoother than rumour said; she had no features because she did not need them. She was whatever anyone feared most when they looked at the sea.
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