The Little Glass Cure

You dig deep in the captain's chest and your fingers touch glass. A blue bottle, not green. The cure!

You run to the galley and tip it into Old Bess's soup pot. One by one, the sick sailors sip. One by one, their cheeks turn pink again.

Bess wraps you in the captain's too-big coat. "Hero," she whispers. The Maribel sails on, and every sailor still breathing has you to thank.