Hestia Kidd has never wanted to have an adventure. They take quite a bit of time, there are no assurances towards continuing life expectancy, and only children and fools are enraptured by stories that end with, “But in the end we showed that tribe of cannibal pygmies the old what for! I did loose my eye in the effort, but I think this eye patch looks dashing!”

No, Hestia would much rather sit back and enjoy afternoon tea, working at her father’s bookshop until she is old and gray. Instead she is on a rickety old ship with cold salt water slapping her in the face, while a wizard in a flapping coat of sky blue and gold brocade yammers on about cursed treasure to a pirate captain who isn’t quite aware of personal hygiene. And it is all because of some old, molding spell book in her father’s supposedly safe shop.

“Such a face!” Wyck the Wonder Worker shouts at her over the roar of the wind and wave. “I had thought you might be more pleased to escape that dusty old shop!”

Hestia’s glower only turns darker.