This was very bad. Zelda's cheeks were already a faint pink. But. She was an adult and Alfred did not like her anymore, so. "Finite incantatem," she muttered, stopping the wavering of her wand. She popped it into her pocket and picked up her notebook and quill, which she picked up, writing as he explained. If the curse had started in the core of the ship, that was - less than ideal, given that it had spread at least partially up the mast. But at least she stopped it from leaking into the surrounding waters.

"Did it spend any time on deck before the midships hold?" Zelda asked. She followed Alfred down the ladderwell, stepping carefully. It was even more vertical than she remembered it being.

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