I could still see the smoke as we sailed away. At least we hadn’t killed any kids.
Sol was content, even when Mal burnt our dinner to ashes.
‘If you’re following me, does that mean you’ll help me – if things get bad?’ ‘Yes,’ said Oldy. After that talk, I was able to get to sleep.
The excellent Mel has illustrated some parts of “Worse Things Happen at Sea”. Here’s the pictures designed for the story so far, with the relevent tweets (to view them in context, go to Day Twenty-Seven: Story so Far).
Mel’s deviant art page:
Good news. . . there are at least three more pretty pictures to come.