![]() ![]() The last four hours had not been kind to Carter. “That’s no way to talk to your skipper,” Twila said. But how could she act like a skipper? By dealing with their prisoner, maybe? And she couldn’t help but think the people of Iswixel might tell other towns that the airship had been stolen.īut she was a skipper! Now she just had to act like one. And there just weren’t enough of them to run the Hourglass. And yeah, they hadn’t resupplied in Iswixel, so they had two days of fresh water before they ran out. Sure, the skipper and the crew were dead. Becca was down below, repairing some of the myst-shot holes in the hull. Rosie’s exhaustion was palpable, but she soldiered on. No one lived there–they’d circled it twice, just to be sure. The Hourglass had dropped anchor near a tiny tuff spire in the middle of the Sunset Sea. We can’t handle Hourglass without him,” she said. “Need him, at least until we find a port and some crew. Too big for four to manage, despite what she’d thought earlier. For all they knew, he was rummaging through their stuff as they spoke. They couldn’t just keep him locked in their bedroom. ![]() They’d kidnapped him, but what would they do now? They couldn’t bring the boy back to Iswixel–they’d never reach the harbor before some villager raised the alarm. ![]() ![]() “Dunno,” Twila stood, stretching, from where she was working on the port engine’s pipes. She stared down into the ship’s hold, eyes drifting closed. “What do we do with Carter?” Rosie asked. ![]()
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