She hadn’t been able to rest easy, even with the stuffed sack Roderick had left her to sit upon, but the distress she felt up until that moment was nothing compared to the sense of doom that encroached on her now. It closed in all around her, ominous and far-reaching, and building all the while. The ship lurched, as if changing direction. Something bad was going to happen. Panic hit her. She sought an enchantment to free her from her bonds. Then the ship seemed to still. Sails had been drawn in and she heard them drop anchor. Was it because Roderick was taking her to shore? If that was the case, the men would be uneasy, which might explain the sense of impending doom she felt. It would be dangerous if the men found her freed by magic, so she stayed as she was. Then she heard a loud boom, followed by silence. Distant voices reached her through the bowels of the ship.
