Chapter 19
OF ALL THE THINGS it could be famous for, Curack was most famous for its miserable weather: a grey blanket of clouds that rose from the ocean and from which, on most days, a fine drizzle would come down, not enough to be worthy of the term “rain”, but enough to make the cobblestones slippery and clothes clammy, and to make it impossible to keep anything dry.
It also made rooms perpetually dark and gloomy, especially the office of the harbourmaster. That large harbour-front building with south-facing windows never saw sunlight, and sunlight itself was sparse enough in Curack.
From the upstairs window, Tamerane could see the ghost ships arrive: big wooden vessels with large sails that came out of the mist, steered by a crew of a mere three men.
On the deck, there would be rows
