“I want to do a reading for you before you leave,” Dale says on their third evening together as they lie in bed, sheet pulled up to their waists. Dale is massaging out the ache in his wrists from having spent quite some time today tied to the bed.
“Why?” Thomas asks. He’s always been impressed by Dale’s ability to look at different markings and see the future, and he’s never been wrong. People come from far and wide to the cove to consult Dale about serious matters, and he always tells the truth.
“I want to know you’ll be safe and when you’ll be coming back. You will never know how hard it is to see you go to sea and not know if you’ll ever come back, so give me this, Thomas. Let me know if I should prepare for a visit or a burial. I know you’re not afraid of dying or knowing what’s to c
