They rested on the sand of the cove for a while, thoroughly exhausted.
The corna was waiting for them, useless in the barrels without anyone to chew on it. Serenica suggested improving the condition of the crew by dispensing some of it.
The repairs would have to be completed after they could come into the actual harbor.
Serenica didn't partake in the corna feast. Instead, she sought the company of her most trusted people and opened a bottle of rum that had been saved just for her.
It was sweet of the other pirates to think about her like that.
She fell asleep on the sand, without her obsidian, eager to meet the object of her affections again.
"You're in danger," the Dreamer said.
They were walking towards the hills, in Neul, and Serenica felt strangely tired, even though she was asleep.
"You're in danger, you hear me?" the prince repeated. "She will not be as tired as you wish her to be. She's got other means to stay awake. I'm afraid for your safety."
