“It’s why the ship turned a bit ago.” Now her expression turns teasing under her straw yellow hair. “Yes and the lookout spotted it a while ago,” Snorts Brienne as she waves to the man up in the dragon’s nest. Between the water and the hills, a steady stream of thin grey marks our destination with a glow of orange at the base. “Is that smoke?” Straining my eyes, I point out a thin column of smoke rising into the air. I really don’t need to bother though, since Brienne has us sailing right for the only section of shoreline with any cliffs. Nodding at her words, I scan the shore for the cave Shireen is supposed to be waiting in. you mean like bread.” My answer brings a smiling nod from Brienne. “Your uncle said the black water was denser.” The water is stupid? “So it goes under the lighter blue waves around Tarth.” “Because the water weighs different amounts?” That doesn’t make any sense, water all weighs the same. “Viserys told your brother that the waters don’t mix,” Brienne jumps after I break the awkward silence we’ve endured for the last hour on the deck of the ‘Summerhull’. ![]() A nearly solid line separates the different parts of the sea, like a barrier created by the Storm God of old to keep his lands safe from trespassers. The waters around the island of Tarth are as crystal blue as they say, with calm sapphire waves around it meeting the angry black water of Shipbreaker Bay.
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