It wasn’t long before I could wobble around below deck when the sea was relatively calm. Artio and Ursel carried me up top so I could breathe some fresh air. Toci was in a coma, or something - Aggie wasn’t sure because the girl would swallow liquids but she wouldn’t respond to commands, pinches, or threats. It was like a pseudo-coma brought on by shame, perhaps. Uppsee’s crew had a different sense of it - Toci had been bitten by the Harpy and was under her spell, but the bird-woma...