Chapter Eight
I scribble myself a note to look into something called the siren curse later. I'm not sure it's relevant to my project, but this is the third book that's mentioned it, and I'm starting to think it may be a real thing. Apparently, none of the old sailors who wrote these diaries and books thought to include what they meant when they talked about it. Which is stupid. Especially when I need to find out more for the project Thomas set me.
This is going to be harder than I think.
"Is this the one you're looking for?" the librarian asks, dropping a big book down beside me.
"I think so, thank you." I give her my best smile, trying not to let the fact I've not even seen the title of the book shine through. How am I supposed to know that it's the right one if I can't read it?
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