CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Seavig led his fleet in the black of night, sailing up the Sea of Sorrow, and the tension grew thick on the silent ship as they neared the port of Ur. Seavig’s heart beat faster as he spotted the sprawling Pandesian fleet, thousands of ships, black silhouettes against the sky, seeming to fill the entire sea. They had the harbor of Ur surrounded, and as Seavig looked out at the city, his heart hurt to see they had flooded it. It was a port he’d remembered fondly, and its destruction felt like a knife in his heart.
Yet the loss of Ur was not his immediate concern; he was focused, instead, on the much greater numbers of the Pandesian fleet. How could his mere dozen ships, he wondered, attack a fleet of thousands? On the face of it, all was hopeless.
Yet during the long sa
