Aeglin perched at the top of the mast, one hand on the rough wood to keep his balance and the other shading his eyes as he looked out across the water. There it was. And heading straight for port, too. Maybe it was still just a coincidence. This was the only port around, after all. Two ships coming into port at about the same time was not uncommon. So why was he so paranoid about this one?

Ah, well, as long as they got out of here soon he would feel comforted again.