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Late the next afternoon a storm blew in that sent the Lita Nysse reeling under savage winds and pelting rain. Suili had seen this storm coming. They had all watched the dark roll in from the western horizon so swiftly that she thought the ship would be pushed to the unseen mainland coast before the sails could be furled.
As it was, she was hustled into the cabin as Cortleno and the navigator debated the best course of action. In the bedchamber she slammed the shutters closed, a wave drenching her at the last window. She bolted the latch, cursing as water dripped through her chemise. Thunder echoed in the distance and she knew it was nearing quickly. The bedroom door swung into the wall, making her jump.
She hated it all.
The thunder, the sea, the pirates, the wind, all of it. Even Juriz, at the moment.
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