CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sophia could see that her flagship wouldn’t be refloated in a hurry; the journey to the beach had torn holes in its hull near the keel, leaving gaping wounds that would take the attention of a team of shipwrights to heal. It made it look like a beached whale that had been scavenged by gulls down to the bone.
Some of the smaller vessels had shallower draughts, though, and she stood watching while her men started to push them back into the water.
Sienne didn’t seem impressed by the prospect, mewling as Sophia made for the waterline.
“I know,” she said. “But it’s only one more boat trip, then we’ll be back on land.”
The forest cat still didn’t seem impressed, but hopped up into the boat. Sophia managed her entry to it with less grace, but the sailors there were on hand i
