Each of the crew looked as confused as I was. “What?”

“Yuri’s Constellation?” Willa glanced between us. “What are you talking about?”

“West,” I lowered my voice, “don’t.”

“And what exactly are we doing in Yuri’s Constellation?” Hamish asked, with his best attempt at patience.

“We aren’t doing anything there. I am,” I answered. “It’s a dredging job. A one-time thing. When I’m done, I’ll find you in Ceros.”

“What’s the cut?” Hamish put his spectacles back on, comfortable as long as we were talking numbers.

I swallowed. “There isn’t one.”

“What’s going on, Fable?” Paj took a step toward me.

“As soon as I take care of this, I’ll be back in the Narrows. You can take my share of the Lark and—”

“Fable made a deal with Holland,” West’s voice rolled over the deck between us.

The confusion in the crew’s eyes instantly turned into suspicion.

“What deal?” Auster pressed.

“I’m going to find something for her.”

Paj scoffed. “Why?”

I ran a hand over my face. “Holland is…”

“She’s Isolde’s mother,” Clove finished, exasperated.

The four of them looked to West, but he was silent.

“Holland is your grandmother?” Hamish pulled the spectacles from his face. They dangled from his fingertips.

“I didn’t know until the night of the gala,” I said, staring at the deck. “She’s after Saint and I told her I’d find something for her if she left him alone.”

Another sudden, howling silence fell over the ship.

“You can’t be serious,” Paj rasped. “Is there a bastard from here to the Narrows you’re not related to?”

“No way are we taking on a job to save Saint’s neck,” Willa snapped.

“I agree,” Hamish echoed.

“I know.” It was exactly what I expected them to say. “That’s why I’m doing this on my own.”

“No, you’re not. And we’re not taking a vote,” West said. “Set course for Yuri’s Constellation.”

Every eye snapped up to him.

“West,” I whispered.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Willa almost laughed.

“We’re going to Yuri’s Constellation. We’ll do the dive and then go home.”

Paj pushed off the railing, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you telling me we don’t have a say in this?”

“No. That’s not what he’s saying,” I said.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” West interrupted. “The Marigold is going to Yuri’s Constellation.”

“What are you doing?” I gaped at him.

“I’m giving orders. Anyone who doesn’t want to follow them can find passage back to the Narrows.”

The crew stared at him in disbelief.