CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The Sea Siren sailed northeast through increasingly rough waters. The sky turned from gray to black and Captain Molch took in sail as the wind strained at the rigging.
“She looks t’ be fierce, she does,” he told Riley. “We be steered straight across her path. She’s been blowin’ a while though, comin’ in from the south. Looks like the tail end, lucky fer us.”
“I hope the fleet fared well.” Riley frowned. “I’m not as confident in the Aidonese ships as I am in the Sea Siren.”
“Don’t be underestimatin’ them ships,” Molch assured him. “I’ll no be sayin’ they compare t’ the Sea Siren, but they be fine ships and seaworthy.”
Toshin joined them on deck, and they stood silently for a time.
“You never told me, Captain,” Riley said, making conversation, “how the Sea Siren got h
