Wordscapist: The Myth (The Way Of The Word Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I took care to hold on to a bit of rope, just in case. I looked at Dew, who had been silent for most of the trip. She didn’t want to talk to me, and I had stopped trying after a bit. De Vorto was flitting over the raft, our nest-less crow who kept giving us updates on how he could see no land. Of course there was no land. We were trying to cross one half of the Indian Ocean, after all! We had covered a fair distance though, thanks to the strangely shaped, scape-enhanced sail that was set up over the boat we were in. More of a raft actually. Barely even that. A few logs and planks tied and nailed together so that they could more or less float. That was all we could pilfer from the debris of an abandoned village. Dew had done something to ensure it didn’t fall apart, and that was all I knew. I couldn’t ask for more at this point. However, given the size of the ocean and how far land was (given my limited knowledge of geography), I had a feeling we were going to be on this raft for a long time to come, no matter how fast the winds bore us along.
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