On the Isle, the council was already beginning. Lanterns hung from poles driven into the rock, casting long, dancing shadows. Around a rough-hewn stone table sat the other captains.
"Stories," Elias spat, though a shiver ran down his spine. "Iron sinks. Wood floats. That’s the law of the sea." bay of pirates
"The split?" the Old Man asked.
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