April 13, 1680

  Friday 13, April 1680 At Port.   I was summoned to Mystic Pearls shack. The boy that was sent was so pale I thought he would collapse. Another of Greybeards wards. The boy was urgent I leave right away. He seemed stronger than he looked.  I made my way to the seaside where Pearls shack was beached. Normally it's towed behind the ship. Bouncing along, stocked and sometimes smoking. "The year is in your favour. Do not chase the Rabbit" was her reading. I will be smelling incense for days. Pearl is off to some island in the South. Her husband along for the ride. I dare not think what Greybeards students will do to the piers until their return.

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