LXXXII

“And you said her name was Lucky?” asked Abraham. He, Jana and the captain were in His tiny ship. Abraham was going though his books, “anything else?”

“She said her grandfather was a minister in England, a city by the sea, and she had gills.” Archer answered.

“That really narrows it down” Jana said as she flipped though one book.

“Was it her father or mother who was the nephilum?” asked Abraham.

“Her father, she said he came out of the sea and rapped her mother.” Abraham said trying to remember the details of the story Lucky had told him.

“That’s unique.” Jana said as she rolled her eyes, “we are wasting our time; this girl could be any number of nephilum…”

“Or she could be Lucky of the Leota Line.” Said Abraham.