Chapter 30: Crossing
Ravel isn’t happy about it, but when I threaten to get on the crude raft by myself if I have to, he gives in and helps me shift the heap of decaying weeds onto it and drag the whole mess to the water’s edge.
We can’t help the scraping, much as I wish we could. When Cadence calls out a warning, it’s alarming, but not surprising. Our pathetic attempts at stealth have still tipped off our pursuers, but maybe we can turn that to our benefit.
Shouts ring out in the distance, clouds cover the moon, and we slip into the water. Our first attempts at paddling succeed in little more than knocking seaweed over the edge, but with a little whispered negotiation—and a lot of yelling on Cadence’s part—we work out a system.
Belly down in seaweed, icy waves lapping over the edge, I
