CHAPTER THREEDiane POVMayI inhale deeply, reveling in the crisp ocean air as land approaches ahead. Two layovers, a flight delay, and fifteen hours later, thefifty-five-degree day’s high had dipped to the low forties, and I had to take my jacket on.“Have you ever been to Palawan before?” the captain, a soft-spoken white-haired man named River, asks, his hands resting easily on the ferry’s wheel.I shake my head, my gaze drifting over the sea of evergreen and rock as far as the eye can see. We left the dock thirty minutes ago. It didn’t seem like it would take that long to cross, but Bay is vast and wide and unlike anything I’ve ever seen.And on the other side of it is my home for the next four months. I’m so glad I remembered to pop an Antivert an hour before boarding. I’d be puking over the rails by now had I not. Boats and I have never coexisted well.“So, what made you come?” I can tell River likes to talk, as much for conversation as to assess the foreigners coming to his ho
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