Athgar was the first to spot the dreaded Teeth; they jutted out of the water like giant spikes, the bases occasionally obscured by the waves, while their peaks were visible through the light rain. About them, the waves foamed, the clear water of the Shimmering Sea mixing with the dark waters of the Great Sea.
"An impressive sight," said Cyric, "though I"m glad it"s some distance off. I"d hate to be out in that water."
Athgar looked at him. "Why?" he asked. "What makes it so dangerous? Surely a ship can keep out of range of the rocks."
"You might think so," offered Cyric, "but the currents here can be treacherous. Ships have found themselves sucked towards the Teeth with little warning."
"I expect that"s the Shimmering Sea," offered Natalia. "They say it shifts its height throughout the
