sailing

The Painted Prisoner was not a large ship. A skooner, with a crew of five. Though that of course didn't include himself or Nyxella. It was a tiny ship, the smallest that Edric had ever traveled the seas upon. The small wooden frame bucked and shook against the wave, the sails flickered and...

Sugar. Sugar made molasses. Molasses made rum. Through this logic, Vulpesen supposed that sailors should love sugar. But one loved a fine fur cloak in a frigid winter. That didn't mean he necessarily wanted to hug the bear or wolf that it came from. For sailors, sugar was valuable. It meant...

Cairou river, near Elbion, small cargo boat, middle of the night He was in business again. To be honest, for the few last months Leyus had taken up almost only very legal and very mundane jobs, at least for his own standards. The most fun of them all had been a performance for some...

Alliria - Docks Erek Blackmore There were few missions that Lia didn't look forward to, but this happened to be one of them. She frowned slightly as she stood on the dock, looking out at the sea that lay just beyond the towers of the Harbor. She felt a pit already growing in her stomach, her...