as he stood to leave. Kenward did not try to deter him. Instead, he dismissed everyone, saying they would meet again after they had sufficient time to reflect. Catrin was grateful for the respite, unsure she could take any more revelations this day. She retired to the quarters of a man who was on duty and fell asleep almost as soon as she was in the hammock.
In the dim lamplight, Strom looked much older, and when he spoke, there was something new in his voice, something Osbourne couldn't yet define.
'Listen, Osbo, I gotta know what you think. How are we ever going to be able to help Cat? We're powerless in all this. I'm no soldier or guard; I know how to stable horses, and you're a pig farmer.'
'Without pig farmers, there'd be no bacon.'
'Yeah, Osbo. I know. I do,' Strom said under Osbourne's glare. 'Lighten up.'
'I don't know how to help Cat either,' Osbourne said, feeling small and insignificant. 'I don't know how to help any of us. I'm scared.'
'Don't you worry, Osbo. Just stay with me; we'll figure out a way to have some fun before this is done.'
'Now you're really scaring me,' Osbourne said, his grin finally returning. 'Your idea of fun usually ends up getting someone hurt.'
'You only get hurt if you don't do it right,' Strom said with a wink, and Osbourne sighed. 'I guess, as far as helping Cat goes, we just do the best we can. Agreed?'
'Agreed.'
'We better get some sleep. I've a feeling we're going to need it.'
In the morning, they ate a quiet breakfast in the galley before Catrin and Benjin departed for the Stealthy Shark. Kenward waved as they climbed down to the boat. Catrin halfheartedly returned his wave.
The next two weeks passed slowly. The mood aboard both ships was somber and strained, despite making headway. The time spent in barren waters taxed their food supply, and they were down to minimal rations. Tired and overworked, they performed their tasks as best they could. Catrin checked on Chase regularly, and his condition continued to improve. Once he was no longer confined to his hammock, his recovery became more rapid.
'When we reach the Falcon Isles, you can finish healing and then return home,' Catrin said as they stared out to sea.
'And leave you to have all the fun? I wouldn't wager on it,' he said.
She shook her head. 'We both know this is probably not going to end well. This may be your last chance to save yourself. I wouldn't blame you. There's much that needs to be done on the Godfist, and I wouldn't keep you from it,' she persisted.
'Leave it be, Cat. I'm coming with you, and you'll like it. End of discussion,' he said with a firm nod, and she let him win the battle.
'Nat will be staying in the Falcon Isles,' she said, unsure what reaction to expect.
'How d'ya feel about that?' Chase asked, giving no indication as to how he felt about it.
'I wish him well, but I'm glad I won't be going to the Greatland alone,' she said, and he simply nodded, apparently unwilling to say any more. Strom and Osbourne also insisted on continuing on to the Greatland and would not be dissuaded.
'Nat is doing the right thing,' Benjin had said when she had spoken with him earlier that day. 'Staying behind was probably the harder path to choose, and I think he truly fears for you more than he does for himself.'
Catrin didn't know how to feel. Nat had his own circumstances and reality, but he had proven himself both brave and honorable, and she decided to believe he was making a sacrifice instead of seeing him as a deserter. She was still trying to decide what she would do upon her arrival in the Greatland when the lookout called from the crow's nest: 'Land ho!'
'These are not populated isles,' Bryn said. 'There're hundreds of islands that make up the chain, but only the larger ones are inhabited, and these are among the most remote.'
As they approached a small cluster of rocks that jutted from the sea, Catrin noticed several objects floating in the water. Kenward saw them as well, and he set a course that would take the Eel dangerously close to the rocks. The floating objects were actually large pieces of lightwood attached to something below the waves with coarse rope.
'Crab pots,' Bryn said. 'The local fishermen use colorful markings to indicate ownership,' he added with a wink, and Catrin realized this was the message from Kenward's mother. Her thoughts were confirmed when Kenward contemplated the markings for a few moments before declaring their plans.
'We'll remain here until dark and hide in the shadows. Hopefully no one will spot us. Once night falls, we'll make our way to safe harbor to meet my mother's men,' he told his crew, and his words were conveyed to the Stealthy Shark. Both crews took advantage of the downtime, and most sought food and drink. Their supplies were low, but with land in sight, they worried less. Others sought their hammocks. Catrin took the opportunity to arrange a meeting with Nat. Bryn rowed her to the Slippery Eel, and she found Nat in his cabin.
'I've spoken with the others, and we'll all be continuing on to the Greatland. I'm sorry to leave you alone,' she began, and he nodded silently. 'I have no specific tasks for you. You're free to do as you wish. If you find any way to help my cause, however, I expect you to act. Agreed?'
'Agreed. I've been thinking about staying in the Falcon Isles for a while. Things on the Godfist will be what they will be whether I'm there or not. Perhaps I can learn more here. To be honest, I find the thought of living where no one knows my past quite appealing.'
'I hope you find happiness. Farewell, Nat Dersinger. Thank you for all you've done and endured. May fate be kind to you,' she said with a sad smile.
'Thank you, Catrin. You are kind and gracious, may the light of Istra and Vestra shine on you,' he said formally and bowed deeply. 'Before we part, I have a gift for you. My father said there'd come a time when someone would have greater need of this than I, and I believe that time has finally come. My family has guarded this staff for ages untold. The knowledge of its origins has been lost to time, and I can only hope our efforts have not been in vain. May it support you when you need it most.' He held his staff out to her, and she accepted it hesitantly.
'Thank you, Nat. I'll take good care of it,' she said, not knowing what to say. As she held the staff in her hands, she noticed for the first time that the metal heel bore a subtle engraving of a serpent head with empty sockets for eyes. It was disconcerting to look upon, as if it were yearning for something.
'I must say a few more farewells-if you'll excuse me. May we meet again someday,' Nat said, and she was glad they were able to part without ill feelings.
Catrin thanked each crewman individually for risking his or her life to save her and her companions then returned to the Stealthy Shark to visit with those who'd been her shipmates. Those who share such experiences are never forgotten; even if the names fade with the years, the mental images remain indelible.
When they raised anchor again, the skies were clear and a nearly full moon shone among the stars. Catrin saw no comets and sighed; disappointment filled her whenever she looked and did not find them. Oddly, they brought her comfort, and she missed the feeling of security they gave her. A part of her worried there would be no more comets, no more energy for her to revel in, but she pushed her fears aside. What would be would be, and worrying over it would do nothing but sour her stomach.
The crews of both ships demonstrated their abilities as they navigated the many small islands, sailing generally north and west, and eventually a large landmass emerged from the night. Into a narrow channel they sailed with only lanterns to light the way, and they followed it to a small, natural harbor. Catrin could see no sign of anyone else about until lanterns opened aboard several small boats that drifted along the shoreline. No one made a sound, and Catrin kept her mouth shut. She waited for some instructions from the Slippery Eel, while she assisted Bryn and the crew in dropping anchor as silently as they could. Afterward, Benjin helped her strap Nat's staff to her back so she could carry it with both hands free.
Kenward signaled with a lantern, and Bryn quietly ordered one of the small boats dropped. He guided Catrin
