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I liked boats. I really did. But this is the second time this year that I'd been in a major storm that set the boat a'rocking.
The yacht thrashed about like an angry god was trying to rip it to shreds. I called on Psi, but apparently, the Greek god didn't hear my pleas outside of the Mediterranean Sea. I also called on Vivi, but the sea witch had been quiet of late. No one knew where she'd got to.
Tres and the G's rushed about trying to maintain their control of the vessel. I'd come below to grab my pack as well as the knights' stuff in case we had to abandon ship. I was headed back up but took a detour into Tres's room to grab what I could. That's when the boat really took a beating.
I was quite happy to stay below and grip Tres's bedpost. Though it wasn't what I'd had in mind when
