Sins Against the Sea
“His internal clock told him it was almost morning. The rowdy sounds of merriment rising from below let him know the victory celebration was still going strong.
Heaving a sigh of bubbles, he closed his eyes. He’d taken part in the revelry for a time, but all the while, his stomach remained as taut as the strings on his harp. Hoping the whisky might ease his anguish, he’d drunk more than was prudent. After coming upstairs to sleep it off, he’d had a terrible dream in which the ocean had turned as black as tar. All the fish were dying and he was swimming around in frantic circles, trying to scoop up as many as he could.
Was it merely a nightmare brought on by overindulgence and worry over the tanker’s leaking hull? Or was it an actual glimpse into the future?
If the dream turned out to be the latter, it would not be the first time he’d seen through the fabric of time. His gift of second sight, uncommon among his kind, was one reason Arbach the druid had assigned the whale as Cuan’s animal.
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