#Chapter 544: Eastward

Olivia The wind caught my hair as I leaned over the side of the boat, causing it to whip around me in a small torrent. A slight rain had started to drizzle down—not quite enough to cause me to seek refuge inside the cabin, but enough to make me squint my eyes against the horizon. We had been on the water for some time now; the ride was typically about six hours, but it had been longer than that. I had lost track of exactly how much time it had been, but if the setting sun was any indication, it had to have been at least eight hours by now. “Can’t be much further now, can it?” I asked, turning toward Eleanor, the gray-haired captain. Eleanor shook her head. “Rain’s slowing us down,” she said. “But we should arrive in another hour or so.” I furrowed my brow at her statement. The rain? It had only just begun, and it was barely anything. There was no wind, either, aside from the occasional breeze. Aside from the few fat droplets of water that had begun to plop down onto the