The ship searching for Sileas and Yehudit.

Wulfsen swayed in the crow's nest as he stared across the blue expanse. No red sails. A week at sea and still no sign of the ship that took Sileas. They had sailed in the same direction as the red-sailed ship had taken, but it could have changed course. It probably had changed course. It could be anywhere. Wulfsen hoped the ship really was going to the island to help find Nelek, and not somewhere to sell Sileas into slavery.

Wulfsen did not want to leave the crow's nest, but thirst drove him to climb down to the deck and to the water barrel.

Shawn stalked back and forth on the deck. His anger had not dissipated since leaving Portside. If anything it had grown as days had passed and there was no sign of the boat that had carted off his daughter. He longed to kill someone. Anyone.