Give Rest

The night was already fraying at the edges when Freddy Cavendish peered over the rail of the La Speranza and saw them — dozens of waterlogged corpses (The Drowned) hovering just beneath the glowing green surface of the becalmed sea, their mouths open in a mournful, rhythmic chant. The tune was the same one the cook Stavros had been humming since the voyage began, the same earworm that had burrowed into Emma Wentworth’s mind and refused to leave. Before anyone could form a plan, the crew had…