“¿Just 1 bean?”
“1 whole bean.”
Danilo stood on the top crow’s nest, staring directly into the wind @ the island slowly drifting further into the putrid purple darkness.
“If you say so…” he said just before flipping the bean into the wind.
After a few sounds similar to the sharp intake o’ breath, the wind paused, only to resume a few seconds afterward, only in the other direction. The whistle o’ wind & patter o’ rain was accompanied by a hundred clapping hands & cheering voices.
“¿See?” Leigha said ‘tween laughs. “¿What’d I tell you?”
But as Danilo stared @ the island heading back toward them, his expression was uncertain.