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Darda’s mouth dropped open. “But how is this possible?” She turned to us and shook her head. “He. . .did he not drown?”
Xander pursed his lips as he studied our incoming foe. “Perhaps the sailors of Alexandria are more than they appear.”
“Or less,” Spiros mused.
My eyebrows crashed down as I raised my hands. “Either way we’re getting out of here.”
My water dragons turned to the left so that our bow pointed toward the rear of the island. The ghostly vessel turned slightly, intent on intercepting us. I clenched my teeth and willed my dragons on as quickly as I could, but the storm blew against us and slowed our escape. For the grand ship the wind filled its sails and hurried her along to our impending doom.
“They intend to ram us!” Darda yelped.
“Brace for impact!” Xander s
