All was still. The Alpha Master was no more. Cousin glowed in the morning sun, the last of the power returned to the Ether. Haven rocked on choppy waves. The Al’Ri island was quiet in its varying stages of destruction. Then the volcano erupted.
Cousin landed on the foredeck as wielders of all classes turned their attention to the safety of their island. A gentle nudge and Haven moved into open water. Sails were set, and current and wind moved Haven away from the island at greatest speed. Cousin stood the watch until Haven was clear of the Myst, and well away from the Al’Ri.
Turning, she found herself the center of attention. She shouldered the silver staff and smiled. “It’s not really made of silver,” she said. “It’s solidified star dust. Able to withstand the most brutal powers.”
The men looked from one to the other. Their expressions were cunning.
Kraken walked up to Kor. “Okay, Quartermaster, who wagered on talk of power?”
Kor pulled a piece of paper from his boot. He ran a finger down the list. “Here it is. Sliver staff. Cousin!”
Cousin laughed and launched herself at Kraken. She kissed him long and deep. She sighed as she settled into his arms.
“Who had kiss the Captain?” Bry called over the cheers.
Kraken cleared his throat. “Protect the ship came first.”
“Actually,” Cousin said, “I healed wounds during the battle first, then protected Haven, then claimed the book and staff, then . . .”
Kor looked at his list again. “Listen here, missy. Ain’t no fair, you betting on yourself.”
Cousin laughed loud. “It’s good to be home.”
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