Brightie, Bodlina >->
I scurried up to Isadaemus, a blanket to warm him from the figid ocean water. His face was red and furious from the defeat. I, too, felt a deep dread for the loss. The Cuervo had sailed away before we could catch it and we all felt duped. Especially compared to Arabella's last stunt.
Isadaemus snatched the blanket out of my hands and stormed off into the ship, growing for Jarrod, Allyson, Arina and I to follow.
