9"Take hold of my harness," said the grayfish, swinging its back and tail toward her. "Slide your legs through the loops, and they'll hold you in place."
Only when the grayfish turned did Raka realize that it wore what looked like a leather harness. Though she was still uncertain of the grayfish's intentions, she was so exhausted from struggling to stay afloat that she reached out and grabbed one of the harness straps.
"What did you mean, my real home?" said Raka, floating alongside the grayfish.
"Just that," said the grayfish. "You weren't born on the island of the Sharkites."
Raka frowned in confusion. Then, suddenly, she remembered the words she had overheard her father, King Ikaz, say to her mother:
"I love my daughter as if she were my own flesh and blood..."
"My friends and
