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... black. We passed each other without hostility.
“Part Wave.” I chanted. It was hard not to be enthusiastic; the main line, and relative safety, were less than a day northward.
That said, we’d lose a day at the north end of an island, taking shelter from a storm that stretched over a third of the sky.
“That HAS to cover at least half the Isles.” I said.
“It’ll be broken up by the Isles before it gets to us.” Bosun Melody said. She was a blond, tall and thin and sca ...
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