Lovely.
Gwen glared at the swiftly sinking Drifting Cloud and cursed her luck. Mother giving birth, Captain Nia's leg broken, everyone else busy with a myriad of disasters: this was all on her.
Something had punched a hole in the Drifting Cloud's hull and it was Gwen's job to figure out what.
If only she could do it without her former friend Sila dogging her steps.