Chapter ONE - Weebly

a part of him would always long for her.
Kannice knew about Elli. Having ruined one
romance with secrets and lies, Ethan vowed never to do
so again. He sensed that Kannice harbored hopes that
eventually he would forget about his first love and agree
to spend the rest of his life with her. She rarely spoke of
it, though, and that was fine with Ethan; the last thing he
wanted was to hurt her.
For long minutes Ethan and his friend sat in uneasy
silence, until at last Diver drained his tankard and set it
down smartly on the table. “Well, then,” he said, getting
to his feet. “Looks like I’ll be working the wharf again
tomorrow, so I’d best get some sleep.” He flashed a
smile, though it appeared forced. “Good night, Ethan.
My thanks for the ale.”
“Take care of yourself, Diver.”
“I always do,” Diver said, and left the tavern.
Ethan remained where he was and drank his ale
slowly. No one approached him. Most of those who
knew him either feared him for his ability to conjure or
saw him as an unrepentant mutineer. He had few
friends, though those he had he trusted.