Chapter ONE - Weebly

At the north end of Ship Street, they headed west
on another lane. Though his bad leg was starting to
ache, Ethan walked quickly to the corner. Carefully he
peered around the side of a wheelwright’s shop. Derne
and Diver were several strides ahead of him, still
unaware of his pursuit. Waiting until they had gone
some distance up this new street, Ethan continued after
them.
They hadn’t gone far when two more people turned
onto the street some distance ahead of them and started
walking in their direction. Ethan slowed, then halted.
Uncle Reg stopped as well, watching him, his
expression wary. Ethan’s pulse suddenly was racing.
Fear, rage, confusion—his emotions were as roiled as a
stormy sea. One of the people approaching Derne and
Diver was dressed as a merchant, though Ethan didn’t
recognize him. He looked a little older than Derne, and
he wore a black suit and a tricorn hat. Ethan should
have been curious about this man; learning his name or
trade might have helped him with his inquiry. But he
barely spared the merchant a glance. His eyes were
drawn to his companion. Sephira Pryce.