Chapter 47

Moments with Cyrus were few and far between with a blessed gap at the end. She had avoided everyone for a couple of days, citing an obsession with repairing the telescope. The others had given her space, except for Tink. The little goblin had come to help her work on the telescope, which resulted in a lot of unnecessary cursing.

She smirked at thoughts of the goblin. Tink’s limited vocabulary made remembering her much easier, though the number of times the goblin had thrown a wrench or hammer was slightly alarming.

All these thoughts and others filled her mind as she brought up the rear. By the time they made it outside, it was to see their own ship approaching from the distance.

“Whoops, hold on! That’s us from a bit ago.” Ingrid led them all back inside and shut the door. They were now in a room full of men halfway through a meal.

“What the hell?” one man said as Ingrid opened the door again and led them back out. Saltwater spray was swirling up around the