Blackwater Islands thorn

@The Listener @Pelagius

lestan had almost drowned on the crossing. he was not a strong swimmer; it was fury and desperation which drove him into the salt at all. it scorched his eyes, bittered his tongue, soured his throat. the cold waves were even more powerful now that he was among them.
he was buffeted, lashed; he was submerged and spat out, all the while clinging to consciousness and a piece of driftwood that had somehow floated within reach.
his legs were weak as he fell upon the sand, coughing out the ocean, but he was alive, and he wheezed as he staggered to straightness and began to search at once for this witch, reverie's mind burnt into his head.