Emer jumped awake at the sound of someone screaming, blinking away the drowsiness and trying to discern if maybe they were being attacked. Then he remembered they were in the middle of the ocean, and there were no sounds of fighting. Even the boat seemed to be moving relatively steadily, so it couldn’t be a storm either.
Another piercing scream echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the thin walls of the small room and making his ears ring. Once his mind cleared, comprehension hit. It wasn’t a scream of pain or a shout for help.
It was a cry. A baby’s cry.
Running a hand through his hair, he let out a tired sigh.
The doctor had performed the surgery a week ago. Successfully, or so he claimed. Both his apprentices and a few of the sailors had given blood, so, despite the harsh conditi
