![]() ![]() She was reasonably certain her old hands could manage well, but as she turned away she felt another pang of guilt for gambling their lives on this venture. ![]() Sending her crew into the shrouds in this darkness increased the odds someone would plant a foot wrong and plunge to the deck, or into the black waves. Mirian wasn’t averse to danger, but she abhorred risking her people. As long as they continued to cover the silvery arc of moon, the Daughter had a reasonable chance of slipping in and out without being seen. Mirian glanced up at the scudding clouds. The brightest gleam rose from the distant lanterns of roisterers lairing in Smuggler’s Shiv. She stood in the high, narrow prow of the swift little caravel, leaning without thinking into every roll of her ship as she searched the darkness. A nighttime drop, with all its inherent risks, was still safer in these waters than anchoring near the Shiv in broad daylight, when she would be seen by thousands of curious and covetous observers. ![]() While the band of pirates known as the Free Captains was oath-bound to keep hands off Sargavan shipping, approaching the famed haven of cutthroats, privateers, and murderers was tempting fate. As the Daughter of the Mist slipped lightlessly past Smuggler’s Shiv that night, Mirian Raas would have laid bets some mangy vessel had sails spread nearby, either coasting in or heading out from the berths that tongued from the rocky shore. ![]()
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