Sunlight on the waters. A man overcome by a woman’s loveliness. Those ingredients seemed as though they could be right. Sixteen-year-old Elizabeth Cooper readjusted her place on the meadow grasses as she took up Aunt Ruth’s kit. Inside was the precious jade charm her great-grandmother had managed to find; this jade allowed for the casting of spells few other witches outside the Orient could ever match. Elizabeth was counting on that now. “Are you doing it?” Pru said from where she lolled on her back, playing with the end of her braid. The wind caught at her long black skirt, revealing her ankles and calves, but she paid it no mind here; they were half a mile out from the village of Fortune’s Sound, far from any men who might see. “Because I don’t notice anything different.” “Hush,” Elizabeth said, closing her eyes and beginning the spell. Buttercups glinting like nuggets of gold within the first pale-green grasses of April. “Look, my girl. Look.” Mama whispering as they stood on the deck of the ship that had been their prison for weeks, Elizabeth hardly able to remember England, where she had been born, and sick from days upon days of storms, but now able to see placid waters ahead and finally, finally, sunshine coming down through the clouds to paint brilliant light on the waves.
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