Sam stood with Avery. They had a decision to make, and they both knew they hated the only answer they both had. They would have to go after Finn. He was the only one that knew where the Ashrays were, and they were lost without Blue to navigate. Ash was good at sailing, but not the navigation s**t. The only thing that saved them was that Avery knew which way to go, to get to Finn. They'd find him, and make him help them go and get Blue.
"I said I think I know which way to go," Avery said.
"It's more than we have now." Sam shrugged. "We can't just drift around here and hope to stumble onto land and help. We have wolves and vampires on the boat, things are going to get tense in another day or two." Sam shook her head. "No, we'll follow your nose, and hope to hell he's in a helping mood."
