Chapter 419: Hoarfrost Bay
The crew of the Lazy Lady was tying themselves onto the nearest guard rails they could find by the time Callum and Kithina walked onto the main deck. Lysaila stood at the center of the commotion with her arms crossed watching the sailors with a smirk.
Callum raised his eyebrow. “What’s with all the rope?”
“They’re saying that the fog sometimes shows you things that might make you want to jump. The rope is to help prevent that, but if you ask me I say just close your damn eyes,” Lysaila said.
“Closing your eyes won’t be enough,” Greyson called out.
“Ah, captain, there you are. How long do you think we’ll have to travel through this fog?” Callum pointed to the encroaching blanket of grey on the horizon.
Greyson scratched his beard in thought. “Hm, hard to say. The fog appears in large patches throughout the northern waters of the bay. It could be a few minutes, it could be several hours, even days.”
“Do you think we’ll need all this rope then?” Callum asked doubtfully.
“It’s not the amount of time that’s the problem. The fogs show your mind strange things, they whisper into your ears your greatest fears or your greatest desires. Some men have gone mad from being in the fogs for too long.”
Callum blinked. “Huh. I’ll take some of that rope, please.”