“Once, he’d loved the ocean. Loved seeing it every morning, every night. Seeing all its facets, all its faces. Not many people knew what the sea looked like in all seasons, under all phases of the moon. But he did. Now he knew the ocean was as dangerous as a sleeping volcano. At peace, it was magnificent. But when it wanted to, it could bring down kingdoms. Five years ago, it had brought down the small, strange kingdom of Clock Island.”
