CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN A Bee in the HeartI stood on the shore and stared into the distance as the sea kissed the yawning expanse of sky. The breeze felt warmer, teasing my hair loose and carrying the taste of salt. Limah bartered with the owners of the Forlornn ship marring the bay and their lilting accents reminded me of Kuiti. They were happy to take his money for our fare, but reluctant to part with the rowboat he wished to purchase for the final secret journey to the island. The ship’s wooden hull rocked in the water and my stomach gave an unwelcome lurch at the memory of my last sea voyage. Limah’s old oilskin jacket lay at my feet, discarded in favour of his gift. He left me to vent my emotions after inviting me to look in his pack. The breeze smoothed the tears from my cheeks as though
