CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Thor sat deep in the boat, lined up with the others on the long wooden benches, both hands on the thick wooden oar as he rowed, Krohn sitting at his feet. He sweated beneath the sun, as he had for days and, breathing hard, wondered when this would ever end. The journey felt endless. At first, their sails had carried them, but then the wind had died abruptly, and all the boys on the ship had been set to the task of rowing.
Thor sat there, somewhere in the middle of the long and narrow boat, Reece behind him and O’Connor in front, and wondered how much more of this they could stand. He had never engaged in such hard labor for so long, and every muscle in his body shook. His shoulders, wrists, forearms, biceps, back, neck, and even his thighs—they all felt as if they woul
