The storm raged into the evening, though no one could tell where exactly the sun sat in the dark sky. All Seven knew was that the boat had been shaken pitilessly for a small eternity.
Swaddled in the relative comforts of a strange bed, Seven held a wooden pail between his knees and tried not to watch the ship’s backend rise above his head before they dove bow-first into another briny peak. It was hard to train the feeling of falling from his mind, as the sea tossed their vessel and hissed angrily at its hull—he had nothing to compare it to. For a time tried to liken it to jumping with his bird from rooftop to fickle rooftop in the City of Illusions, and then tried to look forward to seeing the storm through and seeing land and then rooftops. Finally, he tried to remember the stink of Stormhold Citadel.
That was stupid enough to make him retch.
What could be secured was secured; a pair of stray and bruised apples rolled across the warped and wooden strips that made the ship’s floor. Seven looked up from his pail and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He fixed his eyes on Victor with a gobsmacked look, as if he’d noticed him for the first time in a long time.
The question would have made another man laugh. “You feeling okay?”
Swaddled in the relative comforts of a strange bed, Seven held a wooden pail between his knees and tried not to watch the ship’s backend rise above his head before they dove bow-first into another briny peak. It was hard to train the feeling of falling from his mind, as the sea tossed their vessel and hissed angrily at its hull—he had nothing to compare it to. For a time tried to liken it to jumping with his bird from rooftop to fickle rooftop in the City of Illusions, and then tried to look forward to seeing the storm through and seeing land and then rooftops. Finally, he tried to remember the stink of Stormhold Citadel.
That was stupid enough to make him retch.
What could be secured was secured; a pair of stray and bruised apples rolled across the warped and wooden strips that made the ship’s floor. Seven looked up from his pail and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He fixed his eyes on Victor with a gobsmacked look, as if he’d noticed him for the first time in a long time.
The question would have made another man laugh. “You feeling okay?”
