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Chapter 7: The Mysterious Island As Prince Ahmad and Verethran disappeared over the edge of the railing out into the dark and storm-racked sea, their companions could only watch with horror as the waves swallowed them up. Another wave washed over the deck, undercutting their footing, and it was all they could do to remain on the ship themselves. Leila reached over to grab Umar and make sure he was not washed overboard, while Jafar al-Sharif grabbed a stanchion and held onto it for his life’s sake and Selima, in blunt terms her father had thought her ignorant of as yet, cursed her inability to help. “O capricious Varyu, is this how you do our lord Oromasd’s work?” he yelled into the teeth of the storm. “Do you bluster and rage and destroy those who labor so earnestly to save the world fro