Chapter 32
⋆˖☽ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 ☾˖⋆ The gentle rock of our small boat did nothing to soothe the frantic rhythm my leg was drumming against the hull. Above us, a colossal warship loomed, its black silhouette a gaping wound in the moonlit sky. "Celia, what is this?" My voice was a strained whisper, barely audible over the slap of waves against our boat. "What is going on?" "It's okay, Alanah," she said, her calm was that of a frozen lake, deep and dark, while my heart skittered across the surface like a cornered animal. "I know the captain." My head snapped toward her. In the crimson glow of the rising second moon, a triumphant, almost smug smile curled her lips. "You know the captain?" The words hit me like a splash of icy water. "Yes. She's an old acquaintance." I frowned, the pieces refusing
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