Autumn 1097 SR
Charlaine stood on the foredeck, taking in the view. The sky was not so much blue as a grey smudge across the horizon over the large, open body of water. Unlike the Shimmering Sea, the wind here was bitter, necessitating heavy cloaks to ward off the chill. Danica joined her, a broad smile upon her face.
"You"re enjoying this far too much," said Charlaine.
"It"s true, I am. What do you make of the Lydia?"
Lydia"I"m no expert on ships, but the deck isn"t pitching much, so I assume she"s a handy sailer."
"That she is, although I can"t help but feel that square sail of hers will prove troublesome."
"In what way?"
"A square sail gives you a good speed as long as the wind is behind you, but on occasion, you must sail into the wind, or as near to it as you can get. It"s call
