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“Spiros and the other guards move in front of us, clearing a path to the gangway—a thick wooden plank leading from our ship to theirs. The sight of it makes my stomach clench and I imagine all the ways I could topple off it. Spiros crosses first, the plank rattling beneath his feet with each step he takes, though he hardly seems to notice it. He’s done this before, of course. So has Søren—I’m the only one new at this.

“If it helps,� Søren murmurs to me, “I’ve never seen anyone fall off a gangway unless someone pushed them.�

“Thank you,â€� I reply dryly, before taking my first step onto the rickety plank.”