They had to find Sunken City. Lyra’s voice in Elara’s head told her how. The pearl itself was a compass. When Elara held it, she could feel a pull, a direction. It wanted to go home.
They took a small boat. Elara’s father was a fisherman, and she knew the sea better than anyone. She steered the boat through the rough waves.
Caelan rowed with all his might. He was no longer the cold prince. He was a man trying to earn forgiveness.
The sea grew darker and wilder. A storm was brewing. The wind howled, and rain began to fall. The waves were like mountains, threatening to swallow their tiny boat