Dripping wet and feeling anything but ladylike, Melcorka stood in the stern of Prancer. "The past is done," she said. "The future is yet to arrive. Only the present matters. Now, we have to stay away from the mermaids until it is safe to get clear of these rocks and evade the Caterans outside."
PrancerThe oarsmen stared at her, still in shock and Melcorka knew they would have nearly forgotten the threat of the Caterans in their terror of the mermaids.
"Are you able to wait?" Melcorka asked softly. "Captain Nicolson"s original plan was to remain here in the haven until dark and then slip out unseen. Can your nerves stand the wait?"
"What if the creatures come again?" the freckle-faced boy asked. He was about seventeen, with tear-bright eyes and a snub nose.
"Then I shall kill them again
