THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XXVI

The open sea beckoned us toward it, as I stared at the ever greater rise and fall of the bow. It seemed to be whispering “come my pretties,” as if somehow tied right into the wicked witch’s delivery from the Wizard of Oz. Gularte made it up from the main cabin, just...