Lyra
“Rain and sea don’t mix. It’s a bad omen.” That’s what the sailors used to say. Right now, I was starting to believe them.
I stood at the edge of the deck, arms wrapped tight around myself, trying to ignore the icy dread crawling up my spine as another thunder rumbled in the sky.
I was on the sea. In Lewis’s ship, which had set sail some minutes ago. I should be happy. I was finally leaving, and I should be thinking about what awaits me on this new island he had prepared for Father and me.
Yet, the drizzle and drops of rain that hit my face had me thinking and feeling otherwise. I shuddered and rubbed my arms hard. I looked at the dark waters and the waves slapping the ship's sides, hoping the sound would calm me. It did not.
“You’re going to catch a cold standing there like t
