Edda grabbed the chart and ran to the docks. Sure enough, three trading ships were turning toward the new bay she had drawn — straight at the rocks she'd inked. She had to warn them. She lit a lantern, swung it over her head, and shouted for the captains to turn back.
The lead ship's captain saw her lantern and spun the wheel hard. The ship groaned, tilted, and just scraped past the rocks into safe water. But the two ships behind didn't see her in time. Edda's heart sank as they kept coming.
Edda dropped the lantern and yanked out her pen. On the chart she scribbled a wide sandy beach right where the rocks were. The two ships shuddered, then slid up onto soft sand instead of breaking apart. Sailors splashed into the shallows, soaked and shaken but completely alive. Edda sat down hard, amazed her ink had saved them.