Away, come away
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The Last Duchess slips into the mantle of authority in a heartbeat and sets you to work drying seaweed and binding rope. Sensing Tatterdemalion's reluctance, she distracts him with measurements and discourse on the quality of this plank versus that.
It is almost a surprise when the raft is finished. Though barely seaworthy, it might last a few hours. Best hope for safe harbour soon.
She smiles as you row towards the cavemouth and the sunlight grows. A brief tear in her eye falls away, a drop in an ocean made of many more.
