“So don’t hang off the side of the boat, or fiddle with the sails or anything else, understand?”
Yes, I did, I told her. And yes, I would remember to make a nightly sacrifice as well.
“It’s imperative that you do. I’m not going to bother telling you how many souls the East Wind has buried in the seas because of all the wretched, brainless sailors of the week that forgot. You skip a single night, and in the morning, it’ll capsize your boat and you’ll find yourself at the bottom of the ocean. Good luck if you end up there.”
That was the third time Circe had stressed the same point. Either the majority of the sailors she had encountered before were awful at following directions, or she didn’t trust me to possess the bare minimum of intelligence necessary to remember them. But I wasn’t worr
