2. Prologue: The Son
“Hold still. I’m coming with you.”
Santiago’s mother peered down at him from the bow of the great ship. Her green skin glistened in the starlight—a warm night wind rustled her white dress and the rowboat that her son now found himself in.
“Be careful, Mother—they might hear you!”
Santiago’s bright eyes widened, as he scanned the side of The Merrie Marauder for any signs of movement.
“Here, take this.” Evangeline pulled something out of one of her deep dress pockets.
“What’s that?” The young frog was mesmerized by the object in his mother’s hand: a golden box that glittered in the moonlight.
“Hold still. I’m coming with you.”
Santiago’s mother peered down at him from the bow of the great ship. Her green skin glistened in the starlight—a warm night wind rustled her white dress and the rowboat that her son now found himself in.
“Be careful, Mother—they might hear you!”
Santiago’s bright eyes widened, as he scanned the side of The Merrie Marauder for any signs of movement.
“Here, take this.” Evangeline pulled something out of one of her deep dress pockets.
“What’s that?” The young frog was mesmerized by the object in his mother’s hand: a golden box that glittered in the moonlight.
“Hold still. I’m coming with you.”
Santiago’s mother peered down at him from the bow of the great ship. Her green skin glistened in the starlight—a warm night wind rustled her white dress and the rowboat that her son now found himself in.
“Be careful, Mother—they might hear you!”
Santiago’s bright eyes widened, as he scanned the side of The Merrie Marauder for any signs of movement.
“Here, take this.” Evangeline pulled something out of one of her deep dress pockets.
“What’s that?” The young frog was mesmerized by the object in his mother’s hand: a golden box that glittered in the moonlight.