Chapter Thirteen
Mary-Michael watched the wind gusts pull at the folded flakes of heavy cloth while the men hauled again at the sail on the main yard. Though the temperatures were pleasant, the wind was not cooperating with them. It was proving a great challenge just to get the sails hung this morning. The one they held now had already torn away from a man at one corner of the main course. As the biggest of the sails they had to hang, it was more difficult to tie in place, even with the strongest men on today’s rigging crew guiding the ropes to hold it in place. Ian assured her that more crewmen were coming over from Avenger, which would help. They certainly could use a few more men up on the yards to hold the sail while the riggers tied it in place.
From her position near the helm, she
