CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Mizu swam past us, and I took up the oars and followed behind him. The air grew colder the closer we came to the Shroud, and I heard an odd creaking noise, like wood and rope swaying in the wind. I caught Luca’s eyes, but he pressed a finger to his lips and shook his head. That confirmed my suspicions. We were nearing a vessel, and it was likely to be the pirate one we sought.
I slowed my rowing efforts and we drifted on the tide. We glided into the mist, and I felt a slight rocking. I leaned to one side and glimpsed Mizu’s wet, clawed hand clasping the side of the vessel and dragging the boat forward. All was quiet for the longest time until the mist began to part. My body tensed, expecting an impact with the cliffs, but the only impact came upon my ears.
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