OCEAN E YES An exclusive Compass and Blade story
SETH DREAMED IN BLACK, WHITE and grey. In his creaking
hammock aboard ship, or on land in a room stacked over an inn in Port Graine, Seth sank into troubled slumber and glimpsed only one thing. A ship. He chased it through every dream, hidden in the wilds of storm-tousled waves, always under a cloak of night, the elusive ship that might one day be his. He had coin. He’d been stashing it for years, divided between five places. His room above Fallow’s Inn, in two bank accounts under false names at Godrich and Sons in Port Trenn, in a trunk buried beneath the roots of his favourite tree and in a pouch, sewn into his belt. Seth knew how to keep a secret. And the one thing he was sure of, the one constant in the swell of his ink-soaked dreams was the ship he wanted, no, needed. His escape route and his salvation. On the night of the storm, he was dreaming as they