CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The call came from one of the dock offshoots. A burly weathered man of about forty hurried up to us. He wore a slightly soiled shirt and pants worn at the cuffs. His long blond hair was tied back in a tail that trailed all the way down his back. The man sported a pair of muscled arms that were nearly as large as my head, and his bare feet were as tough-looking as the leather in Hantverk’s shop. He held a thick coiled rope in one callused hand.
He stopped in front of us with not a single sign of being winded and hurriedly bowed his head to the count. “I wasn’t expecting ya, sir! Ya weren’t wanting to take her out today, were ya?”
Castle’s face showed signs of concern. “Actually, I had intended to do that. Is something the matter with the ship?”
The man shoo
