Chapter 11:Despite the urge to lie back and scan the tablet, Ginger focused on learning how to control the watercraft. With only the three of them aboard, chances were good she might need to take the wheel in an emergency. She would do anything to stay out of the emerald-green, serpent-infested waters they plied through.
Every passing meter brought the banks closer. The yorba jungle was slowly replaced with black stones of odd shapes extending from the mud. Long gone was the order and sterility of her city, only to be replaced with a chaos of jutting black stone columns and twisted dwarf trees.
All manner of crustaceans the size of her paw skittered for safety as the boat passed. This jungle teemed with life. Avians of all colors and sizes chattered in the yorba trees. She always knew th
