9
A Startling Encounter
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he Black Posthorse cut across the foamy waves, jouncing up and down in the waters of the Morningside Sea. Ewan didn’t know much about sailing despite growing up in a fishing village but assumed they were moving at a decent speed.
He was surprised to find how much he enjoyed the smell of the ocean, the breeze on his face and the boundlessness of the waters around them. Ewan leaned against the railing and sighed with pleasure. Given all the chaos lately, this was a welcome break.
The trip from the Iron Hills to Athlone had been a long and uneventful fourteen days. Another day had been spent making sure the Black Posthorse was properly provisioned and to give the drunken sailors time to sober up. Spending the day in Athlone revealed to Ewan that despi
