part II
There were other things to be done. Old chores, new drills. For one, we needed beeswax. This of course was a job for us. We had used most of our stock on the ship, after yet another storm. So we resorted to what we had learned to do best: mooring some sparsely populated island and scavenging at will. Maybe not quite as heroic as the old pranks the captain pulled, but not without danger either.
One of us got stung to death. A young boy, who had joined our crew some islands ago, eager to get away from whatever future that awaited him there. He died, clutching at the empty air, as if the gods had yet to make good on some promises.
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