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Knaben had said nothing. He simply pulled a small, smooth stone from his pocket—a stone he had clutched since the wreck, a stone that hummed with an inner warmth no fire could explain. He pressed it into Dregs’ palm.

“You came from the Bay’s waters, boy,” the captain often said, jabbing a hook where his left hand used to be. “The Bay spat you out. Which means the Bay owes us a debt.” piratesbayknaben

The crew had laughed at first. Then they had stopped laughing when, one by one, they began to dream the same dream: a black beach, a red moon, and a boy walking into the surf without looking back. Knaben had said nothing