Chapter 9, Zorra Villa:
Three days, it had been three days since Zorra, Joti, and Dog crashed on the beach. The great wheeled ship lumbered along the sand, the south wind ever driving the craft north into the unknown. The black hard-packed sand passed under the ship with nothing more than a whisper.
Even with her overwhelming urge to travel north, the strange little man Xorbis had a hard sell to drive Zorra deeper into the unknown. She was not some child to climb aboard just any creepy old man’s boat for a ride.
“What do you have to lose?” he had said.
“Our lives? Our souls?” Joti, always the protector, stood between the two of them. “Perhaps even our sanity?” Joti shook his head. “My gut is telling me this is a terrible idea.”
The dog had no objection. He ran around the great wheeled
