Pieter scratched the back of his neck, "Just a sea turtle. They're old bastards, and they see a lot more than they let on. We got some rum in them, and they told us what we wanted to know. They mentioned an [i]eel[/i], though I don't think it's an actual eel. It must be something the Barizians have." He shrugged, "Of course, it might be nothing. The troubles of the sea rarely touch the surface." He looked wryly at Berlin as he scowled at the wine. "Drink well, Captain. We'll need our strength."

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Hana smiled gently at the boy curled up in the hammock, "Well, when you find Rohaan, ask him if he could turn into a cat so he eat it." Sliding down the bulkhead, Hana sat, long legs splayed out. Her breeches had a tear in the knee. She wasn't sure when that had happened. She'd need to fix it. After she'd enchanted the sails. "Too tired to sleep. How are you?"