Chapter FiveShe swayed with the momentum, swinging gently from side to side with the rhythmic movements as the ship quartered, waves hitting it from an angle, and forcing it to endure a subtle impact. The waves were not big, not any more than a leg's length from crest to trough. They were just little things that decorated the surface of the sea, driving monotony away, and brought the ship to life in a gentle manner as opposed to the lurching panic of wood strained while forced to endure a storm surge. The sky was blue, that light blue that spoke a promise of distant cloud that never intruded on the horizon any more than it dared. The wisps that did pass them by were accompanied by small gulls for the most part, and the very rare sighting of an albatross if one was lucky. The wind was a ten
