CHAPTER 7
September 1683, Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
They landed with a thud in a small wooden boat, which wobbled precariously under their combined weight. Immediately dropping Seb’s hand, Emilia shuffled her feet into a better position and braced against the roll of the ocean.
‘Nicely done,’ she commented, once she was sure she was stable. The exact moment they’d appeared in 1683 Seb had had to conjure the boat out of thin air before they hit the water and had an unwelcome icy dunking. It required sharp reflexes and precision timing – naturally, he’d done it perfectly.
Shrugging off the compliment, he turned in a slow circle, looking for some identifying feature in the vast expanse of sparkling blue ocean.
It wasn’t easy aiming for a specific spot in the middle of the virtua
