Constance and Emilie enjoyed the show earlier, watching the big strong men carry the cargo from the shore to the hold while they stood on the quarterdeck. Emilie watched everyone while Constance only had eyes for one man making the two dozen trips from the hold to the shore and back, Renault.
“I’m getting cold,” Emilie said as the sky darkened in preparation for the night time.
“It won’t be much warmer in the room, only less of a breeze,” Constance replied. “Is this your first time sailing?”
It wasn’t, but Emilie had to keep up appearances. “Yes it is.”
“You might get a little seasick,” Constance said. “I got some wine and wormwood from the market before we left. It’s an old trick the Greeks used to stave off seasickness.”
“Does it work?” Emilie asked.
“I don’t know personally, I ty
