Page 163 of A Sea of Song and Sirens
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Across the churning waves, the joined voices of pirates punctuated their oars as they turned to follow.
A cloud of sudden heat grazed my skin, fire gusting along the side of our boat.
“Don’t fall asleep. We’re almost to land. We’re almost there. We need to run. Be ready to run.”
Words echoed in my head, desperate and fierce. But they softened into lullabies as they reverberated, bouncing off the inside of my skull.
The boat rocked. The ocean sang. The world turned dark.
A familiar voice swore under his breath.
Sleep dragged me under like the feral waves of the ocean.
The dry shores of consciousness slid between my fingers.
Darkness swept me out to sea.
