Above them there was a sparkle of light, like sparklers topping a cake, only moving around each other like flying insects. The lights collided and separated, changed colours and blended together. The tiny fireworks dazzled her for a moment more, then faded and fell to the ground like dust.
“Is that man really Sir Francis Drake?”
“That man... there is something inside him. Something he was not born with. He holds a secret, one I cannot see.”
Leda buried her face into her hands in frustration. Could he not just give her one straight answer? “I know you’re doing all you can to help, but I’m so lost here.”
“Soon you will leave this place, and not return.”
Leda looked up at him in surprise. “Back to my time?”...
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