Chapter Six
Winter became aware.
He looked around vaguely, no real sense of waking. Just here now. The light was dim, everything quiet, the familiar creak of the ship, the familiar sway. He was crouched with his back against a barrel. He looked down at himself, confused. He staggered to his feet.
The siren on the rocks. Her song, a shudder going through him, remembering.
Soule.
He was alive. He thought he was, at least. Winter looked around quickly, trying to get his bearings. He didn’t see Isidor, panic beginning to crawl through him. He was in the hold of The Singsong. What was he doing in the hold?
Winter walked quickly past the galley to the stairs, the hatch at the top, light coming through the cross-sections of wood. He almost didn’t see Isidor at the bottom of the stairs, feel
