Chapter 119
We started the morning with what was supposed to be heartfelt goodbyes. The kind where you say meaningful things, and maybe stare at the horizon while someone plays a sad flute in the background.
Naturally, that's not how it went.
The sun rose over Emna like it hadn't just witnessed the city nearly get torn in half by cultists and conspiracies. The harbor was quiet, and the ship Sim had been gifted by Moray and Ulto bobbed gently in the water. It was a beautiful vessel, all polished wood and fresh sails. I couldn't help but feel bad that it had to carry what might be the single most chaotic crew to sail the western seas ever.
They stood at the dock in their usual state of near-disaster. Torrent looked ready for battle even though we were at peace. The goat was asleep in a rope net like a hammock. Cappy was holding a loaf of bread and talking to it like it was about to give him stock advice.
I stood beside Finn and Bran, watching the madness unfold.
