Chapter Thirty
The Olde Salt Saloon always smelled as if they served turpentine and varnish on tap. With a garnish of sea kelp and a whiff of stale beer. It had always smelled that way, as far as Kate could remember.
She and Maya and another friend, Toni, had talked their way into the Olde Salt when they were sixteen and just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Maya had walked out in disgust. Kate had struck up an entertaining conversation with a deckhand from Dutch Harbor. And Toni—for some strange reason—had decided she wanted to bartend there some day.
“Hola, stranger.” She poured Kate a shot of something amber and unnamed from a flask. “Haven’t seen you in a hundred years.”
“I’ve been living that ancient curse, may you live in interesting times.”
“Tell me all. The real stor
