Maeve
It was full dark when I woke up, the room still and empty. Moonlight was drifting in through three circular windows on the wall above my head, long beams of pale light casting shadows across the room.
I rose and stretched; the superficial wounds on my skin were gone, and any soreness from the fall had been mended.
What now?
I didn’t know my way to the infirmary, but I wasn’t technically a prisoner. I decided to wander for a bit and try to find Cleo, maybe even something to eat.
The ship was massive and easy to get lost in. The hallways were narrow, no wider than the average man’s shoulders in some spots. It was dimly lit, too, but I noticed electric lights along the ceiling that were not in use. I wondered why they were using sails to move the ship instead of engines. The boat was silent, ghostlike, as it moved in the waves.
