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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "If there is a
coast to find, it's got to be south. Norry, you and the men
work on rigging a trysail on the foremast. Once it's done,
maybe we can steer ourselves out of this current."
The sailors dispersed to their tasks. The woman,
Jermina, went forward to sleep in the shadows on the
foredeck. Imkhian began to speak of faith and trust in the
gods, and faith in the goodness and power of the
Kingpriest. After a few minutes, the priest realized no one
was heeding him. Scowling, he withdrew in offended
dignity back to his cabin.
*****
A wind sprang up before midnight. The breeze scoured
the smoke and clouds away, and stars glittered overhead.
Dunvane called for his quadrant. He shot the stars and
called out their positions to Norry, who scratched figures on
a wax tablet.
"Something's not right .about these figures, Captain,"
Norry muttered. He chewed the blunt end of his wooden
stylus. "We're nowhere near where we should be."
Dunvane sent below for a chart of the Istar coast. By
lantern light, he compared the figures he'd just taken to the
ones given on the parchment scroll. His jaw dropped in
astonishment. He shot the stars again, with the same result.
The heavens did not lie. He stabbed his knife into the map
at their position. "We're a hundred miles from the Istar
coast," said Dunvane. "A hundred miles INLAND of the
coastline!"
"The woman's right," said Norry grimly. "The land's
gone under the sea. What do we do now, sir?"
Dunvane snatched up lantern, knife, and chart
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