Chapter 71
I woke up to the sound of waves, the sensation of sand in my teeth, and the overwhelming feeling that I had made some terrible life choices. Again.
The sun glared down at me like it personally hated my face. I could taste salt, grit, and something that may have been crab droppings. I groaned and tried to sit up, only for my back to make a noise like someone snapping celery in half.
For a moment, I couldn't remember what had happened. There'd been the sea, the Certain Death, a squawking Cappy tied to the figurehead, and then… the storm.
Right. The giant, ship-flipping, crew-scattering, pants-soaking storm.
The Certain Death had capsized. Which, given its name, felt a bit on the nose.
I staggered to my feet, blinking at the chaos around me. I grabbed at my belt and felt a sigh of relief. Still had my magic pouch. Then, I turned to survey my surroundings.
