CHAPTER 4 - The Junior Scholar
A junior scholar. Six months of forbidden translation. A supervisor’s hand closes on the page. Chapter four of Tidewater, and a new voice enters.
Three hundred years ago, the gods of the Shifting Coast dissolved themselves. They did not disappear. Now the world they left behind is quietly coming apart — and a broken captain keeps a set of charts he was never meant to own. When his oldest friend comes asking for them, she is dead by morning. Tidewater is a serialized epic fantasy of grief, secrets, and a voyage toward something at the bottom of the Coast that has begun, after three centuries, to wake.
A junior scholar. Six months of forbidden translation. A supervisor’s hand closes on the page. Chapter four of Tidewater, and a new voice enters.
The Anchor Stone had been carved into the basalt a hundred years before Cassian's grandfather was born. The back wall was the wall of the harbor itself, and the rest of the building was older than most of the ships it had been salvaged from.
The knocking woke him. Not the polite kind — the Watch kind, slow and heavy, with a palm flat against the hull. Cassian had slept in his clothes. The oiled cloth was pressed flat against his ribs through his shirt. That was the first piece of luck he had earned in two months.
Veren was on the pier before Cassian saw him, which meant Cassian had already lost. A broken captain on a broken ship, watching the wrong man. A woman he had not seen in twelve years walking toward his deck. A chart fragment with two words written on it in a hand he knew.