Chapter 39

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I wake up, the ship is suddenly rocking much harder than when Anthony and I boarded.

Speaking of which, he’s huddled in a nearby corner, looking just miserable.

‘Anthony?’

“I don’t feel good,” he whines. “I think I’m gonna be sick…”

I press my snout lightly into his arm, purring.

‘Want me to find you some water?’

He shakes his head.

‘Food?’

He shakes his head again.

‘Anything?’

“Give me a couple hours,” he whispers. “We’ll get caught if we go up while the crew is awake.”

I roll my eyes, but curl around him. If he wants to wait, it’s probably for the best.

Soon, I feel the ship pulling away from the harbor. Fingers crossed, we’re heading to Erin. If not, we’ll find our way.

The crew eventually grow quiet, occasionally breaking into the odd shanty.

Anthony and I stay in the cargo hold, under an old sheet.