Rain pattered against the small porthole along with a spray of water from a prodigious wave. The ship lurched, and so did Kalia’s stomach. After three long days at sea, she was beginning to think that if the nausea didn’t kill her, the malnutrition would. Keeping food down was a challenge.
Captain Zorn had offered her ginger tea on numerous occasions. She hated ginger. Always had. But as the days wore on, that offer got more and more tempting.
This was the hardest part of their journey: a lengthy voyage along Ithanar’s western coast. Nari’s maps said that they would find the ancient Gateway about two hundred miles inland, near the delta of the Nezaada and the Mesalin Rivers. Kalia remembered crossing one of those rivers on her first journey to that forgotten cave. She couldn’t say which
