Blackwater Islands mortality

ingram tries to conjure an image of the place trikova describes in his mind's eye — and lacking the poetic imagination to do so, falls short; aside from thinking that it sounds like a secreted world all it's own. a hidden utopia just waiting for them to find it. a soft hum of contemplation leaves ingram, as his seaglass gaze flickers from her, to their unknown path, before falling back to her.

there is a soft pang of unease in his stomach at the thought of tunnels and enclosed earth; an old witches wound upon his soul. a fear unknown to ingram that had been quite debilitating to wanlida.

but he ignores it.

you do not think the sea comes into those tunnels do you? if it did, though; wouldn't the entire place be underwater? ingram doesn't know and doesn't spend too much time worrying about it aside from posing the question and awaiting her theory.