Chapter ONE - Weebly

shoulder again, and they started walking toward the
tavern. “Come on. We’ll get a bite to eat.”
“You buying?” Diver asked.
“No, you are. Sephira took all my money.”
Diver frowned. “Hope you’re not too hungry.”
“Starved,” Ethan said with a grin.
The Dowser was as crowded as Ethan had ever
seen it so early in the day. Nearly everyone turned as
Ethan and Diver stepped inside. A few people stared
hard at Ethan’s bruised face, but the rest quickly looked
away again. The place fairly buzzed with conversation,
though there was little of the boisterous laughter Ethan
was used to hearing within these walls. On the other
hand, the tavern smelled of good food and ale, as it
always did. Some of the Dowser’s patrons stood at the
bar eating oysters and drinking ale. Others sat at tables,
eating creamed fish stew—chowder, as it had come to
be known in Boston in recent years.
“Y’all right, Ethan?” Kelf said, running the words
together, as Ethan and Diver crossed to the bar.
“Aye, thank you, Kelf. Where’s Kannice?”
“’N back. I’ll get her.”