CHAPTER NINE
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I do not think I ought to listen to you.
Yet, mercy should alloy our stern resentment. . . .
—Ibid, Act II
“What’s going on?” I asked, bolting up the narrow stairs to the deck as the ship took on the gentle rolling motion that instantly had my stomach protesting.
“We’re leaving,” Corbin answered, his back to me as he directed his crew. I watched for a moment, envious at the precision with which the six crewmates performed their duties. My crew always had to be nagged into doing anything.
“Leaving? As in, leaving the island? Sailing?”
“Since I didn’t write in a teleportation function, yes, leaving in this instance means sailing. We’re heading for Mongoose, the island we port at.”
“But that means we’ll be heading out into the open sea,” I said, watching as we a
