The boat slowed. Possibly, we'd reached a clan boundary. Squinting in the sunlight, I scanned the horizon for a sign of human habitation, spying a few puffy clouds but no hint of land jutted above the seas. Dyse and Madame were on the bridge surely attempting to obtain hospitality and permission to proceed.
My man and I had often waited at boundaries for the go-ahead. I hugged myself, trying to image he held me. I recalled that he'd once had a job inspecting life rafts and that he'd warned me of boats with uncertified equipment.
I found the life raft strapped to the deck. I looked it over, and the certification was current. Imagine that, pirates who maintain safety. I loosened the straps, checked that the painter was secure, and flung the case overboard. Chapter 33 • Pregnant Princess now on Wattpad