“Okay!” Breeze looked back out toward Anjou, “Why Anjou though?”
“Because,” Cicada rolled her eyes. She steered the boat closer to shore, “We’re more likely to find people that are willing to leave with us there.”
“Like those two boys on the coast?” Breeze pointed to the shore. Along the coast were two boys, one pale skin and the other dark. The pair were running away from the Inquisitors.
“Exactly like them!” Cicada spun the wheel. She ran down to the deck, “Breeze, man the helm I’ll get them aboard.”