Chapter 11
At the end of an hour or so, the men returned, and Ken suited up. She wrapped her ankle in constrictive bandages provided by Bahaar. The ultimate protection against the cold was similar to what a diver would wear, albeit probably a size too small. It rode up in the worst places, making it difficult to move and certainly less than comfortable. On top, Ken wore a men’s style winter coat, a heavy scarf with gloves to match, fishermen’s boots, and not one, but three hats. She looked ridiculous.
But at least she wouldn’t die of hypothermia a few minutes into the trip. And when it came time to begin, Odessa—who wore little more than a long-sleeve shirt and jeans—offered up an additional point of advice. “Use your fire stone to heat the water ahead of us. It will increase the tempera
