Chapter Five
Everyone in the room froze for a moment as they took in this new turn of events. Carl was first to break the ice. He stepped forward and held out his hand. “Carl Lingiari.” The man took his hand and enveloped it in his own large, powerful grip. “Ozment. Just Ozment.” He turned to Jas. The pain from her shoulder wound was etched on her face.
“You need something for that. Erielle can treat you. But where is she? What’s going on here?”
“Erielle’s missing,” said Jas.
Ozment’s eyes widened, and his hands fell from his hips. “What? No. For how long?”
“About thirty hours,” Carl replied.
Raising a hand and running it through his hair, Ozment said, “Krat. Where did she go?”
“Don’t you wanna ask your mates?” Carl asked. “You’re one of her crew, right?”
“No. Not exactly. And from
