As it turned out, Emily’s feelings ended up winning her almost all of the money that the crew of The White Tide had. It was with the sound of jangling coins that Lewis and Emily bid the rest of the crew good night and headed for their cabin.

‘I can’t believe you managed that,’ Lewis said as he flopped on to his bunk after he shut the door.

‘It was more luck, I think, in the end,’ she said as she sat on the bed opposite him, her half-full glass of rum still in her hand.

‘And your ability to know who was going to win before each hand started,’ Lewis added. ‘At least it didn’t work every time; they were starting to get a bit suspicious.’

‘I noticed,’ she replied as she slipped off the thick black jumper she had been wearing. ‘That’s why I let them win a few times.’

‘Sure you did,’ Lewis muttered as he watched her pull back her bed covers and slip beneath them.

‘I did,’ she said, sitting up so that she could throw her jumper at him. With a flop, it landed on his face.

Pulling the jumper off of him, he threw it on the bottom of her bed. Leaning forward, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the bottom of his own bed as he kicked back the covers. ‘I think the storm has passed,’ he said as he listened to the silence that filled the cabin.

‘I didn’t mean to do it,’ Emily said as she rolled over to face him. knowing what they had.’

‘How did you know in the first place?’ Lewis asked, lying back as he watched her take a sip of the rum.

‘There’s something I need to tell you, actually,’ she said, downing the last of the rum and setting the glass down before she continued. ‘I have this ability. At least that was what Sebastian used to call it. Apparently, it goes back to the precursors themselves.’

‘What is it?’

‘I have these...visions,’ she said quietly. ‘Not often, but every now and then.’

‘You had one tonight?’ he asked, sitting up again.

‘No. Sometimes I just get a feeling when something is about to go wrong,’ she explained. ‘Tonight was the first time that I’ve ever been able to use it as and when I wanted to. That was how I knew if I was winning or not. It was a little foggy at times. I could tell I was losing, but not always who to blame.’

‘When was the last time you had one of the visions?’ Lewis said.

‘The night before, we were caught in The Green Valley,’ she said quietly. ‘I asked you if you trusted Arron the next morning.’

‘I remember,’ Lewis said as he recalled Emily muttering in her sleep before he woke her up.

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‘In the vision, I saw Commander Redmond in the house, and you punched Arron,’ she continued.

‘Why didn’t you say anything? We could have avoided getting caught,’ Lewis said harshly.

‘I didn’t know if it was right. I’ve been wrong before. Quite a few times,’ she said sheepishly. ‘I know I should have said it, but I was afraid of how you would react.’

‘We got out of it in the end. That’s all that matters, I suppose,’ Lewis said after a long pause. At his words, Emily gave him a small smile.

‘Have there been any others that have been true?’ Lewis asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

‘A few. I had one the night we first met. In that one, I was locked up in the jail in the castle,’ she said. ‘The only other big one was Sebastian’s death.’

‘You had a vision of his death?’

‘Bits and pieces. Placing the bottle of wine on his desk. Sebastian broke the bottle and told me it was poisoned,’ Emily whispered. ‘I gave him the bottle. It was my fault.’

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ Lewis said, slipping out from under his covers and moving across to sit on her bed beside her. ‘You couldn’t have known.’

‘But I knew that the wine was poisoned!’ She said it angrily, tears welling up in her eyes. ‘They were right; I basically killed him.’

‘No, you didn’t,’ Lewis said forcefully as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. ‘Whoever poisoned the wine killed him. Not you.’

‘I helped them, though,’ Emily insisted.

‘What if the wine wasn’t poisoned when you gave it to Sebastian?’ Lewis said as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.

‘I don’t know how you can still sit here with someone who practically killed the King of Tristan,’ Emily said, burying her face in his shoulder.

‘Because you didn’t do it,’ Lewis said as he rubbed her back in time with the swaying of the ship. ‘It’s not as if I can go very far right now anyway.’

For a second, Emily froze in his arms. As she looked up at him, the tears stopped momentarily, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ‘You really believe that, don’t you?

‘Let’s just say I have a feeling about it,’ Lewis said, smiling when she gave a tearful chuckle.

‘Are you sure you don’t have a bit of this ability as well? You always seem to know what to say,’ Emily asked as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand.

‘That’s definitely more luck,’ he laughed as he stood up, moving back to his own bed. ‘Are you alright now?’

‘I think so. Thanks,’ Emily replied as she pulled the covers tightly around herself.

‘You’ll tell me if there are any more visions, won’t you? Lewis said as he pulled his own covers up.

‘I promise,’ she said quietly. ‘There was one other. We were standing under a huge glass roof. You were looking for someone.’

‘Perhaps it was Thomas,’ Lewis said as he stared up at the wooden ceiling thoughtfully.

Emily yawned.

‘You can’t use your ability to see visions of people’s futures, can you?’ Lewis asked curiously.

‘Well, I see future events, but I don’t really have any control over them." The visions normally happen when I’m asleep,’ Emily replied.

‘You can’t see what the future holds for me, then?’ Lewis asked hopefully.

‘No, and I’m not going to try either,’ she said, rolling away to face the wall instead.

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t want to know!’ she snapped. ‘Good night.’

With her words hanging in the air, she fell silent, turning her back to Lewis. Sighing, his eyes wandered across the boards above him, picking out the patterns in the grain. He wished he had known about the visions sooner. What had it been like for her to know that Sebastian was going to be poisoned?

The more he thought about it, the more he wished he hadn’t asked her what his own future held. He couldn’t blame her for ending the conversation abruptly. After all, what would he do if he knew what was going to happen to her before it did? Making a mental note to apologise first thing in the morning, he closed his eyes. With everything she had just told him still weighing heavily on his mind, he felt himself slipping into an uneasy sleep as the ship continued to rock on the waves.