Sheerness, Sceapig, 886 AD
Sheerness, Sceapig, 886 ADThe experienced sailor, whose small vessel was now ploughing up the Medway, was eager to impart his knowledge to impress his distinguished passenger, who pulled his cloak tighter around his chest.
“It’s a question of knowing the height of the tide at all times. The sandbanks shift, so no matter how well you know the passages, you can never be too careful. Most of them in the Thames lie in a northeast-southwest direction. You have to be aware of where you are, especially on a misty day like today, and you always need to know where the nearest hazard is.”
“Don’t get us stuck on a sandbank, Master,” Faruin said, only half in jest, “for I am on the king’s urgent business.”
“Nay, Lord, no need to worrit on that score; you’ll be in London
