The tiny boat rocked precariously, threatening to dump its precious cargo overboard.
“Hold fast!” Argus yelled, his hand hard on the rudder, desperately trying to steer their way across the waves. Each crest seemed impossible higher than the last.
A bright flash frightened Siobhan, who clung more tightly to her treasure. It was solid black after, leaving a bright pink afterglow in her vision. Blinking, she made out a shape as well.
“There, Argus. Did you see it? To port.”
He groaned and another flash revealed the strain on his face but they were safely at the castle.
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