Jane, out with the Amulet! Wish that we were where the Amulet will be when the ship is twenty miles from the Tin Island.

That'll give us time to mature our plans.' It was done--the work of a moment--and there they were on the same ship, between grey northern sky and grey northern sea.

The sun was setting in a pale yellow line.

It was the same ship, but it was changed, and so were the crew.

Weather-worn and dirty were the sailors, and their clothes torn and ragged.