Chapter Thirty-Six
Searon stood next to Sh’on in the early morning hours by the ocean. The rest of his party lingered behind him, whispering to each other. The hour was early—the sun hadn’t even broken the horizon yet. They watched as men readied the ship.
The ship captain strode over, a scowl on his face as he inspected Searon and his party.
“What are you doing here?” the captain growled.
Searon shrugged. “We thought we’d show up in case you changed your mind.”
“Imagine that. And I’m supposed to believe you had nothing to do with half my crew getting sick last night?”
Searon’s eyebrows rose. “We were at the inn all night. I thought we’d just offer to help if you needed us.”
“Whatever your mission is, it must be important, to risk getting half my crew sick. But, they’re not dead; I
