Ankyra Sound I cut my hand upon my blade

Rosalyn was right. Wylla knew it, too, but that didn't stop her from taking up and agitated pacing in the sand. Just her luck! Caiaphas had haunted her childhood and thrown a colossal wrench in her early adulthood, but the minute she needed that old seawitch, she decided to go be dead.

A thought struck her and she turned to face the red pirate once more. She had children, said Wylla. How many were there? How old would they be now? These things, she didn't remember. She'd made no effort to know anything about them, but she remembered that there were some. If you knew her, then tell me where I can find them. Surely one of them took after that hag.

These unreasonable requests would embarrass her on a better day, but Wylla was watching the silver thread of her hope winding away from her and was hardly in a rational mindset at all. It was ridiculous to think Rosalyn would know anything about Caiaphas' kids.