We reached the ship around dusk the next day, having first returned the horses to the stables and having bought more comfortable clothes to wear.
I was dressed in a loose black shirt that had long sleeves and a pair of brown trousers that were meant for men since women rarely ever wore anything other than dresses. A pair of black boots clad my feet and my hair was thrown up with a clip.
We had abandoned the fancy clothing, the dresses, suits and heels, everything accept for the amethyst of Bakewell that was tucked away beneath the material of my blouse.
I could see the black sails dancing in the cool sea breeze in the distance as we made our way along the docks, fisherman, sailors and shippers loading and unloading their hauls for the day.
Caleb was dressed similar to me, the only diff
