Vega- Dives

“You’ve been out cold all afternoon, since they fished you out of the harbor,” said Hector, unable to stop himself from checking that the bandages were still taut.
“The harbor?” asked Drew. “I remember falling and then nothing.”
“You might have died, lad,” said Bergan, moving to sit in the leather armchair that Gretchen had vacated. “You can thank the Sharklord for thinking fast and diving in to rescue you. Mind, you’d swallowed so much of the White Sea I wasn’t convinced there was much left to save.”

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