Back at the harbor, Edda used the dead mapmaker's warning as her guide. She drew only one thing: a single safe dock she truly meant to keep. The ships moored to it without a scratch. Edda kept that dock for the rest of her life, never drawing another coast she wasn't ready to care for.

Edda reached the docks just as the first ship neared the rocks. Remembering the warning, she didn't draw anything new. Instead she shouted directions, guiding the ships by voice through the gaps she already knew. Every ship made it in. Edda learned that sometimes the bravest choice is to put the pen down.