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I call upon you now–please, save this soul.

Heal his flesh so that he may be made whole.

I watched, as slowly the wound began to stitch itself back together. I traced the skin that was healing. Once the wound was nothing but a scar, I noticed how the healed section of his arm no longer held the black veins. I touched the skin, turning his arm around; there were no more black veins there, either.

How much of my magic will be needed to take away all his pain? I wondered, just as my head felt light, and I knew that I needed to rest. Sands came in and set the linens on a side table, near the door.

“I'll be back,” he said before leaving quickly.

Grateful that he did not stay, I walked over to the clean linens. I needed to, somehow, hide how quickly he had healed. Perhaps Sands had not seen or maybe he did not understand the full extent of Dominick’s injuries. There was a lot of blood; maybe, it was hard to tell? I quickly wrapped his fully healed arm, and I sat down in the chair behind the desk, my mind going in and out of clarity.

I should get up and change into dry clothes–but standing up right then seemed near impossible. Plus, I did not mind leaving the ocean on me.

“Thank you, Mother Ocean; Thank you, Father Creator–”

I closed my eyes after taking one last look at Dominick, and I smiled; then I took the rest I needed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dominick

“Do not wake him; he needs rest. I am first mate. What’s the problem?” Sands asked.

“There is something stuck to the side of the ship. It's slowing us down.”

“Are you sure?” Sands asked.

“Yes–you see, there are tentacles on the hull.”

“An octopus–harmless,” Sands said with a grunt.

“You don't understand, this is a giant octopus.”

I opened my eyes and sat up with a start.

“Rest–” I turned to see Peter standing beside me.

Peter? Why is he not below the ship, locked up?

“What happened?”

“You don't remember being bitten by a shark last night?” he asked with wide eyes. I looked at my arm, which did not hurt in the slightest; however, it was bandaged.

“Why are you here?”

“I am your brother; I wanted to make sure you didn’t die. Meria released me so I could see you. I like her,” he said with raised brows.

“I am alive; you can go,” I said with a wave.

Sands walked to us with a smile. “Peter has been very helpful. He swore not to cause a mutiny. Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Where is Meria?" I asked, starting to get out of bed, but Peter put a hand on my chest to stop me.

“She said you need to rest for most of the day, today, to restore your blood or something. You lost a ton of blood. It was a heck of a time cleaning it off the deck.”

“Where is she?” I was confused.

“You like her,” Sands wiggled his eyebrows at me.

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