Randolph’s POV.
“Land Ho!” the lookout man hollered.
I took out my spyglass and glimpsed at the island ahead.
It's been hours since we left the shores of Tyr, hours since I left Princess Emily in the Great Cabin, having watched over her until she slept off, and joined the crew on the main deck.
The captain had inquired about our my destination, and I told him Azalea. Now, at last, there she stood. Above us, silhouettes of birds flitted across the sky as first stars twinkled into existence.
“Prepare the lines!” the captain’s voice rang out. “Ease the sails and slow her down!”
The crew sprang into action, uncoiling the thick ropes and securing the sails. Soon, the ship glided forward, hauled by the gentle current.
The salty breeze thickened with the scent of damp wood and seaweed as
