Chapter 93

The boat was shaking badly, its wooden body creaking as the rough sea hit it hard.

Calla was feeling like throwing up. Her wrists were hurting, the rough rope cutting deeper every time the boat moved. She was sitting weakly against the rusty metal wall of the boat’s hold, her body covered in bruises and pain. Her eyes were dull and yellowish. Her face was pale. Her feet were badly swollen, throbbi